(Selwyn Birchwood Music admin. by Eyeball Music)
I brought a pretty little girl home to meet the family
I was head over heels, but bumped my head, it seems
I was too love-blind to see
All the red flags in front of me
I asked my mama for her blessing
She hung her head low in thought
As she stirred the pot
And she said--
"Son, let me try to talk to you
No one has known you longer
Or loved you more than your mama
And I would never steer you wrong
That girl just ain't no good for ya
You should find someone good to ya
'Fore it's too late. I fear it won't be long
She don't cook, she don't clean, she don't work,
She just leans on every little thing you do
Ya listen to your mama when I'm tellin' you
That girl will be the death of you"
Now mama why can't you understand
I'm a full grown man
And I wants me a family of my own
I know that she ain't perfect
But she's so damn fine, I think it's worth it
And everybody's got their flaws
So it seems to me, we'll just have to agree to disagree
Mama turned around
She brought a cigarette to her mouth
And exhaled her doubts
And she said
"Son, I want you to listen to me
You don't get to be old by being a fool
And I'm much older than I ever thought I'd be
Im-a pass you some of this wisdom
That I've earned along with these wrinkles that you see
Sometimes pretty things is poison
And it's best you leave it alone
Or you'll be married to misery
Praying to God to bring you home
Son, I want you to listen to me
You may not like to be told what to do
But let me tell ya, mama knows what she's talking about
You may disagree with me, but I am still right
Trust me. I know what I'm talking about"
It was years and years
Filled with pain and tears
'Fore I finally caught me a little sense
And I could hear my mama's words
As they, as they repeated in my head
"You better leave that girl alone"
It was with a heavy heart and deep regret
When I finally laid my mama to her rest
I should have listened from the start
'Cause it came from the heart
You know Mama knows best