Cornbread cooling on the window sill
Gospel on the radio, never still
She worked two jobs and still made time
To tell me every dream of mine was fine
Everything I am came from Mama's kitchen
Love in every pot, faith in every mission
Now I'm on these stages, but I'm still listening
To the songs she hummed in Mama's kitchen
Bills on the table, smile on her face
Never let us see her lose the race
Now I buy her flowers every spring
She still says "baby, you don't owe me anything"
Thank you, thank you
For every sacrifice
Everything I am came from Mama's kitchen
Love in every pot, faith in every mission
Now I'm on these stages, but I'm still listening
To the songs she hummed in Mama's kitchen
