My Black Mama
I remember the day I called mama on the telephone
I told her mama I'm getting married
I could hear her voice on the other
side of the telephone she was smiling
And she asked me a question that I proudly answered
She said son did you take time to know her
I said mama she's the best
But today it hurts me so
To go back to mama and say mama I
'm getting divorced
Oh I'm getting divorced
This choice I made didn't work out the way
I thought it would it hurts me so mama
mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful and innocent
I did not know that behind that beauty
Lies the true colors that will destroy me in the near future
This choice I made didn't work out the way I thought it would be
Now I'm hurting
I remember when I held you
By the hand preacher man read the scriptures
Putting words in you mouth
Maybe what the preacher man said was not something that was with you
Now I know what they mean when they say
Beautiful woman is another man's plaything
Oh Lord I'm hurting now
This choice I made didn't work out the way I thought it would
Mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
I told her mama I'm getting married
I could hear her voice on the other
side of the telephone she was smiling
And she asked me a question that I proudly answered
She said son did you take time to know her
I said mama she's the best
But today it hurts me so
To go back to mama and say mama I
'm getting divorced
Oh I'm getting divorced
This choice I made didn't work out the way
I thought it would it hurts me so mama
mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
I remember in church
When the preacher read the scriptures
You looked so beautiful and innocent
I did not know that behind that beauty
Lies the true colors that will destroy me in the near future
This choice I made didn't work out the way I thought it would be
Now I'm hurting
I remember when I held you
By the hand preacher man read the scriptures
Putting words in you mouth
Maybe what the preacher man said was not something that was with you
Now I know what they mean when they say
Beautiful woman is another man's plaything
Oh Lord I'm hurting now
This choice I made didn't work out the way I thought it would
Mama said to me
It's not easy to understand it son
But I hope you'll make it
You'll be happy again
Credits
Writer(s): Son House
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.