Jake Edwards - A Song for Momma

She loves her kids and her husband
And the big man upstairs
She filled our home full of grace
Even when she’d hit her limit, she was always there
Oh, I know that it wasn’t always easy
But that’s not how you made it seem
You put us all before you
Cause that’s what being a good mom really means
She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord
Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch
Of that little white house when I was three
She went to every single ball game
Always cheering out my name
Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see
Oh I know that I’m so lucky
To’ve had a momma like you to teach me
How to be the man that I came to be
Now I’m grown and gone
I’ve got a family all my own
You might not have to parent me any longer
But that don’t mean that I don’t need you anymore
She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord
Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch
Of that little white house when I was three
She went to every single ball game
Always cheering out my name
Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see
Oh I know that I’m so lucky
To’ve had a momma like you to teach me
How to be the man that I came to be
Sometimes I call her up
Just to check in on her day
Cause you have to make time
For the most important things
She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord
Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch
Of that little white house when I was three
She went to every single ball game
Always cheering out my name
Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see
Oh I know that I’m so lucky
To’ve had a momma like you to teach me
How to be the man that I came to be

Written by:
Jacob Edwards

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