Daddy never went to church on Sunday
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He said that's one thing I'll never do
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But mama never gave up she said one day
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He'll be sitting here beside of me and you
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I can still hear mama softly talking
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With her tears falling on her folded hands
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So that Easter Sunday Daddy walked in
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That's when I began to understand
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When mama prayed, good things happen
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When mama prayed, lives were changed
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Not much more than five foot tall
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But mountains big and small crumbled all away
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When mama prayed
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Seventeen and wild I hit the bottle
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Doing anything I dang well please
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Burning down life's highway at full throttle
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While mama burned a candle on her knees
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Then one night I came home half sober
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I saw mama kneeling in the den
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As I listened she and Jesus talked it over
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And I knew my restless days were 'bout to end
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When mama prayed, good things happen
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When mama prayed, lives were changed
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Not much more than five foot tall
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But mountains big and small crumbled all away
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When mama prayed
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It isn't like every one of them got answered
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But the times they weren't it seems to me were rare
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You almost felt sorry for the devil
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'Cause heaven knows he didn't have a prayer
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When mama prayed
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Not much more than five foot tall
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But mountains big and small crumbled all away
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When mama prayed
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They crumbled all away
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When mama prayed
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When Mama Prayed
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Randy Travis |