(David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble)
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Well I never knew my daddy
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But everybody says my brother looks like him
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And my brother he’s in prison
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And I doubt he’ll be gettin’ out again
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But I watch it from the cradle
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Though mama tried to hide the truth from me
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She did all that she was able
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And Lord I guess the rest is history
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But we all know nobody’s perfect
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And mama prayed I’d turn out differently
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And she tried to raise me better
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‘Cause I was the baby of the family
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Oh well I know she’d never say it
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But we all make mistakes and that’s a fact
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And I know I’m not the first but I guess
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I was Mama’s last
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Mama had to work the factory
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She had too much pride to take a helpin’ hand
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But she read the Bible
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So I got no excuse for what I am
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When they’d pass the plate on Sunday
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I know it’d break her heart if she knew now
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While she was puttin’ in her quarters
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I was reaching in and taking dollars out
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But we all know nobody’s perfect
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And mama prayed I’d turn out differently
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And she tried to raise me better
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‘Cause I was the baby of the family
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Oh well I know she’d never say it
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But we all make mistakes and that’s a fact
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And I know I’m not the first but I guess
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I was Mama’s last
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But we all know nobody’s perfect
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And mama prayed I’d turn out differently
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And she tried to raise me better
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‘Cause I was the baby of the family
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Oh well I know she’d never say it
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But we all make mistakes and that’s a fact
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And I know I’m not the first but I guess
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I was Mama’s last
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No I’m not the first mistake that she ever made
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But I was mama’s last
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Mama's Last
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| David Lee Murphy |
