Jason Matthews That S What Mamas Do Lyrics
That's What Mamas Do by Jason Matthews
She'll change a dirty diaper, Wipe a runny nose.
Get a two day purple Kool-Aid Stain right out of your clothes.
And she'll put her last spare dollar under your pillow
When you lose a tooth
She'll bust down your door, And drag you out of bed
Make you sit right next to her in church,
Wearing your Sunday best
And when she bows her head to pray,
You can bet she's saying one for you
That's what mamas do.
They raise you, ground you, build their whole world around you
With no care for the hell they'll go through
That's what mamas do.
She'll keep up with all your girlfriends,
Scare off the ones she hates.
She'll get a new grey hair and a wrinkle to spare
Every time you come home late.
And when you leave to chase that dream,
She's gonna cry when she walks by your empty room.
She'll call and sing you happy birthday,
When everybody else forgets.
On your wedding day, She'll joke and say,
"Hey, Where are my grandkids?"
Oh, And when she finally gets 'em
She'll spoil 'em rotten the way her mama did with you.
That's what mamas do.
They raise you, ground you, build their whole world around you.
and they'll carry the weight of your world too.
That's what mamas do.
But she'll get old and fragile,And the end will come too soon
And she'll let go and you'll hold on, the way all children do
And you'll miss her, mourn her, leave pretty flowers for her
And you'll cry like the baby she knew
And she'll hear you, guide you and pray the light finds you
She'll never stop watching over you
Oh, until you're up there, too.
Get a two day purple Kool-Aid Stain right out of your clothes.
And she'll put her last spare dollar under your pillow
When you lose a tooth
She'll bust down your door, And drag you out of bed
Make you sit right next to her in church,
Wearing your Sunday best
And when she bows her head to pray,
You can bet she's saying one for you
That's what mamas do.
They raise you, ground you, build their whole world around you
With no care for the hell they'll go through
That's what mamas do.
She'll keep up with all your girlfriends,
Scare off the ones she hates.
She'll get a new grey hair and a wrinkle to spare
Every time you come home late.
And when you leave to chase that dream,
She's gonna cry when she walks by your empty room.
She'll call and sing you happy birthday,
When everybody else forgets.
On your wedding day, She'll joke and say,
"Hey, Where are my grandkids?"
Oh, And when she finally gets 'em
She'll spoil 'em rotten the way her mama did with you.
That's what mamas do.
They raise you, ground you, build their whole world around you.
and they'll carry the weight of your world too.
That's what mamas do.
But she'll get old and fragile,And the end will come too soon
And she'll let go and you'll hold on, the way all children do
And you'll miss her, mourn her, leave pretty flowers for her
And you'll cry like the baby she knew
And she'll hear you, guide you and pray the light finds you
She'll never stop watching over you
Oh, until you're up there, too.