That's What Mamas Are For - Chris Lane

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