Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I

'Cause I remember everything If I could hold back the rain Would you numb the pain If I could help you forget Would you take my regrets Oh, dear mother, I love you I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough Dear father, forgive me 'Cause in your eyes, I just never

Oh gimme that fire Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone Burn, burn, burn And my mother told me son let it be Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody Calling my name oh, lost in the fire Lonely shadows following me Lonely ghosts

My mother told me, before she passed away Said son when I'm gone don't forget to pray 'Cause there'll be hard times, hard times, oh yeah Who knows better than I? Well, I soon found out, just what she meant When I had to pawn my clothes, just to pay my

Black pearl Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Forever my world Gather all that's left Place my fears up on this shelf

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

It's been a long, long time coming I said "Mother!" I said "Mother! I'm down on my knees" A change has gotta come I was born by a river, oh man, in this little old tent, oh Just like this river, I've been running ever since But I know, but I know, a

I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing