Mama's Kitchen

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