Constance Lee

Mama

I'm Sorry I made you cry

The night Grams Died

Mama told me not to cry

The Night I found out

That everybody dies

I've never seen

Such salty tears

Runnin' down your cheeks

The pain lasted for weeks

Mama

please

flowers on your grave

ribbons in your hair

life isn't fair.

take it if you dare

sitting by your bed

bad thoughts in my head

angels fear to tread

time we often spend

sickness is taking her

set her mind at ease

buckling at the knees

begging please

please please please

Don't Take It Out On Her

Mama buys me cigarettes

And two beers a day

Son calls me up on the telephone

I ain't got much to say

Sittin' on my front porch

Waitin' for the rain to come

I can't even write my name

Don't take it out on her

Daddy flew around

The whole wide world

Never got to know a soul

He used to like to stay out late

And lose control

Daddy got caught in an opium den

Took it out on my ma

He broke her jaw in three pieces

Said she fell down the stairs

Army found out, family dispute

And nobody cares

Sittin' on my front porch

Waitin' for the rain to come

I can't even write my name

Don't take it out on her