Mama's Shoes

Do you let the watch tv and feed them chips and cake for tea?
Or do you give them salad for supper?

Once a week I serve 'em pizza from the freezer, frozen treats,
I'm a bad, bad mother,

My Mama walks the shores of Heaven,
My shoe size is five and she wears seven,
And I'm just a lonely cow girl with the blues,
With an aching need to fill my mama's shoes.

Do they play the violin?
Yeah,
Do they run the minute higher?
Are they much more gifted than the others?
Whoop.

They just like to play the foul,
And run around in a circle,
I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad mother.

Do your babies read and write?
Do they sleep sound at night?
Do they play in the fresh air?
And if they don't, do you really care?

My Mama walks the hills of Heaven,
My shoe size is five and she wore seven,
I'm just a lonely cow girl with the blues,
(Ensemble: For the shoes.)
With an aching need to fill my Mama's shoes.



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Hey, Joanna Weinberg, Judith Morris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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