Mamas Hand

A A I said goodbye to that plain little mining town D With just a few old clothes that had made the rounds A D I knew I was leaving a lot of things that were good A E But I thought I'd make a break while I still could A As I looked back to wave once more D To mama crying in the door A D For me and for what the world might have in store A E For she knew, I'd never be her little girl no more A She was drifting back to another time D When she was young and hoped to find A D A better life than what her mama's had been A E And it was hard to let go of mama's hand A My mama's hand E D A One old paper bag full of hand-me-downs E D E Plain old country girl raised on gospel sound A D With only the love she gave me, pride in what I am A E And it was hard to let go of mama's hand A My mama's hand A D A D A E A I thought of all the years she slaved D Thought of all the love she gave A D Tried to make this rundown shack a home A E A dream that really died 'fore it was born A But she pulled us through the hardest times D And made us hold our head up high A D A gift we carry with us all our lives A E For we were oh so special in mama's eyes A As I looked back down that dusty road D To mama and her heavy load A D I knew what I was leavin', I'd never find again A E And it was hard to let go of mama's hand A My mama's hand E D A One old paper bag full of hand-me-downs E D E Plain old country girl raised on gospel sound A D With only the love she gave me, pride in what I am A E And it was hard to let go of mama's hand A My mama's hand