Song Description

An intimate indie-country song about the little girl who never stopped hoping for a connection with her mother.

Lyrics

MAMA
Written by, Deanne Adams
Verse 1

You were my angel
When the dark came through the door
Kept me busy with the dishes
When we'd hear those footsteps cross the floor

I can still feel the dress you made me
For the county fair
See you rolling little pink curlers
Up in my hair

Still your heart seemed like the thing
My little hands couldn't have
Mama...
Did I do something bad?

Chorus

Blue jean jacket and a red T-shirt
Pulling little white daisies up from the dirt
Running to that old front porch
My shoelace untied
Maybe today I can make you smile

Verse 2

Well, we didn't hear those footsteps anymore
The dishes became just another chore

I got bigger and you got colder too
Tried to do what I was told to do
Mama...
Why can't I get to you?

Chorus

Blue jean jacket and a red T-shirt
Pulling little white daisies up from the dirt
Running to that old front porch
My shoelace untied
Maybe today I can make you smile

Verse 3

Got married, had a baby
Now he's grown up too
Can't say I didn't wait for you

Every night I kept that porch light on...

Mama...
When you look at me
Do you think God got it wrong?

Chorus

Can't you see that blue jean jacket and a red T-shirt
Pulling little white daisies up from the dirt
Running to that old front porch
My shoelace untied
Hoping today I can make you smile

Mama...

Outro

Blue jean jacket and a red T-shirt
Those little white daisies stayed in the dirt