Mama knew all too well, after every cut and sprain That all those prayers for my safety, probably in vein That never stopped her from bowin her head every mornin and every night With hands folded over the Good Book, prayin I would turn out alright I remember her sittin in the kitchen when the sun came up And I was draggin in Shed have a tear in her eye but a smile on her face Her prayers had worked again And I know that Gods a busy man, but she always could get through It was a simple prayer she never asked a lot, just needed Him a minute or two And its a miracle Im standin here and everyday I carry on But I worry just who will pray for me, after Mamas gone? She taught all she could how to be a gentleman, a father, a friend Knew she wouldnt alway be there to watch me or hold my hand Well theres something about a mothers prayer that can find its way to the top And well boys like me sure are glad she never stopped And I know that Gods a busy man, but she always could get through It was a simple prayer she never asked a lot, just needed Him a minute or two And its a miracle Im standin here and everyday I carry on But I worry just who will pray for me, after Mamas gone? It was a year ago last Sunday When she prayed her last prayer for me I look around and all I have my wife two kids and my family My little boy ran up to me today with a scar there on his arm I looked up with a smile and thought, its all okay and thank you Mom Cause I know that Gods a busy man, but you always could get through It was a simple prayer you never asked a lot, just needed Him a minute or two And its a miracle Im standin here, and everyday I carry on Now I dont worry who will pray for me No I dont worry who will pray for me Now that Mamas gone
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