The Days
Dear Momma, simple stories write themselves
But ours seem more difficult to share
I wanna tell it all, but that don't seem fair
So instead I focus on the good times
Wings on the grill while you babysitting moonshine
Cracking jokes on anyone shorter than 5'9
I'm remembering the days
We would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
I'm remembering the days
We would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
Funniest shit I've ever heard was the day you told me
'Bout sneezing in them bushes
That's word to Omie
I know you missed her as much as I'll miss hearing those stories
I'll miss pulling up to the house
Putting the therapist out
Praying 'round the dinner table
You fallin' asleep on the couch
Mouth wide open
I try to sneak out, you be like where you going
I'm remembering the days we would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
I'm remembering the days we would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
Dear Momma, thank you for all your help
For any time you may have put my needs before yourself
For putting trust in me whenever you needed help
Thank you for all the trips
Thank you for all the gifts
Thanks for coming to visit
Thanks for giving me a lift
Thanks for the beaver nuggets
I put 'em in some milk
Thank you for putting me on to MC Lyte and Prince
But ours seem more difficult to share
I wanna tell it all, but that don't seem fair
So instead I focus on the good times
Wings on the grill while you babysitting moonshine
Cracking jokes on anyone shorter than 5'9
I'm remembering the days
We would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
I'm remembering the days
We would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
Funniest shit I've ever heard was the day you told me
'Bout sneezing in them bushes
That's word to Omie
I know you missed her as much as I'll miss hearing those stories
I'll miss pulling up to the house
Putting the therapist out
Praying 'round the dinner table
You fallin' asleep on the couch
Mouth wide open
I try to sneak out, you be like where you going
I'm remembering the days we would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
I'm remembering the days we would hang
The things you'd say
How we'd play
I gotta say
Those were the days
Dear Momma, thank you for all your help
For any time you may have put my needs before yourself
For putting trust in me whenever you needed help
Thank you for all the trips
Thank you for all the gifts
Thanks for coming to visit
Thanks for giving me a lift
Thanks for the beaver nuggets
I put 'em in some milk
Thank you for putting me on to MC Lyte and Prince
Credits
Writer(s): Tia Day
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