James C. Bailey Paramount Group, Inc. Nashville TN. Voice and Music Contracted and Fully Compensated - I Got Your Momma Me!

My daughter asked me, Daddy, there's something I don't see
There's no gift from you to Momma underneath that Christmas tree
I said, I got you Momma, the best gift from sea to sea
I didn't have no money, darling, so I got your Momma me

I worked all year, broke even, and all my money is spent
A car, a dog, a pickup truck, three children, and the rent
Doctor bills and groceries, and the rest for some good cause
Diamond rings and those fancy things, I depend on Santa Claus

Children's presents wrapped up in blue and green and gold
They huddle around the fireplace to hear Christmas stories told
I don't want you children thinking that your Daddy's so fancy free
I'm fresh out of money, so I got your Momma me

I went to town last night to look and maybe find another thing or two
Stepped inside the jewelry store like any good husband would do
I took a look at prices, shook my head, and walked away
She deserves much more than diamonds as a gift on Christmas Day

Stockings hanging by the fire, I have nothing I can fill them with
It's a painful time of year to be running short on Christmas gifts
Christmas Day has come and gone, we want no faces long
So I wrapped this gift to Momma with love and hope I didn't do it wrong

Christmas Day has finally come, all the children shouted out with glee
We rushed into the living room for the gifts beneath the tall green tree
One by one they opened things, every heart was filled with so much joy
Balls and dishes, guns and games for every little girl and boy

I said I bought you something Momma, to stand by you like the mighty oak
But first I must apologize, cause you see it's already broke
I went from store to store to find it, when I did the darn thing was free
I didn't have no money and I felt real funny, but Momma I gave you me

I know the price of clothing, shoes and purses run sky high
But you deserve the best of things that my hard earned money can buy
Like a fool with a ribbon on my head, I sit down beneath the Christmas tree
Children there's nothing I can get her better, so I got your Momma me

My children broke out in laughter, my wife she got a chuckle or two
There's no need in worrying about broke, when you love me like you do
My wife is happy with her gift, as all you children can see
I didn't have money but I tell you what honey, I got your Momma me

Written by:
James Bailey

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