Story Behind The Song

Driving through the neighbor hoods of an urban area in South Georgia, watching the street folks hang and drift. It was apparent that one woman ran the show, from right there on her stoop. I named her Mama Ghetto Rose.

Song Description

Urban setting of the Matriarch of the ghetto, as she sits and watches life go by. Contented to be a part of something, she enjoys the company of all who pass her by. With a sexy percussive track, one gets the joy Mama Ghetto Rose gets from sharing her wisdom with anyone who asks for it.

Lyrics

MAMA GHETTO ROSE c. 1993 Sally Fingerett

Out on the front porch she?s taken to drinking
She?s got a tall cool lemonade
Stoop is crumbling from the heat of summer
She tries to remember rain.
She loves sitting and watching the children
In summertime she says ?Everyday?s a Saturday?
Love?s commotion with the people passing
She?s sitting pretty in the shade
Underneath the sun her days they move along
They move along
Every now and then a neighbor lingers near
They love to hear laughing Mama Ghetto Rose.

Sittin? there wide eyed, oh we got her going
Stories of high brow Harlem and her dancers? legs
Strapless satin, singing with the white boys
She says ?The good times where on parade?
Underneath the lights her nights they?d move along
They?d move along
Every now and then the men would linger near
They loved to hear singing Mama Ghetto Rose.

Then she?ll close her eyes, and rest inside the glory
Of her life, oh, her life,
What a life, tell a little more....a little more!

Talk about sorrow, talk about struggle she?d say
?Girl, just go row your boat, watch for the weather,
don?t you ever put anchor, let your power keep your life afloat...
There inside the wind your days will move along
They?ll move along
Every now and then a friend will linger near
Trust your dear ol? Mama Ghetto Rose?

Out on the front porch, she?s taken to drinking
She?s got a tall cool lemonade
Kids are laughing, sneaking up behind her,
They cop a sip of her lemonade.