Thanks Mama

Taught me how to love
Taught me how to lose
Even taught me how to tie my shoes
How a rub a little dirt on the hurt
Make the best of the worst
Put it in the rearview
When things don't seem to add up
You make everything two plus two
Whole damn world spinning around
'cause of you

Thanks mama
For everything I am
And everything that I ain't
Might have been born a sinner
But I was raised by a saint
When to let down my guard
And when to put on my armor
For all I am
Thanks mama

Don't brag when your team is winning
Never politic at Thanksgiving
Yes sir, yes ma'am it's a given
Put your sunscreen on
Or you fry like chicken
I met a girl who's a lot like you
And now I got two ass kicking women
When I start to lose my direction
You keep the compass from spinning

Thanks mama
For everything I am
And everything I ain't
Might have been born a sinner
But I was raised by a saint
When to let down my guard
And when to put on my armor
For all I am
Thanks mama

Half empty glass is made for filling
And don't burn bridges
You cross 'em or you build 'em

To every mama
Who raised their little boy
To be a damn good man
It ain't lost on me, no
Just how lucky I am
If you ain't called her up
In a while you oughta
For all I am
Thanks mama
Thanks mama
I love you mama