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A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp |
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Stand out in this memory I revived |
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'Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands |
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And tried to feed my mama's hungry eyes |
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He dreamed of something better and my mama's faith was strong |
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And us kids were just too young to realize |
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That another class of people put us somewhere just below |
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One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes |
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Mama never had the luxuries she wanted |
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But it wasn't 'cause my daddy didn't try |
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She only wanted things she really needed |
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One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes |
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I remember daddy praying for a better way of life |
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But I don't recall a change of any size |
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Just a little loss of courage, as their age began to show |
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And more sadness in my mama's hungry eyes |
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Mama never had the luxuries she wanted |
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But it wasn't 'cause my daddy didn't try |
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She only wanted things she really needed |
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One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes |
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Oh, I still recall my mama's hungry eyes |
