Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curve ball And backing jumbo trailers down the drive Build a tree house in a back yard with a Black & Decker skill saw Fly that front porch home team flag up high
Yeah, there’s some things that they can do just right But I’m sitting here, missing mama tonight
She’s got a marked-up King James heart of gold Got too much on her plate but never lets it show And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raising me And maybe a little more Thank the Lord, that’s what mamas are for
Sneaking out and raising too much hell at seventeen When I got back home she was waiting on the porch Wasn’t pissed off, didn’t cuss me, she just held out her hand And said, “Give me back the keys to my Accord” And don’t disappoint your mom like this no more
She’s got a marked-up King James heart of gold Got too much on her plate but never lets it show And she put her blood, sweat, and tears into raising me And maybe a little more Thank the Lord, that’s what mamas are for
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen She rode shotgun in cut-off blue jeans She went to college till she dropped out Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town Well, I brought her rain, she got good at praying Bought me this old pawn shop guitar That I’m playing on, yeah, thank you, mom
You got a marked-up King James heart of gold Got too much on your plate but never let it show And you put your blood, sweat, and tears into raising me And maybe a little more Thank the Lord, that’s what mamas are for Oh, thank You, Lord, that’s what mamas are for