Momma Don’t Pray Like She Used To

She still keeps that Bible by her bed

And reads her verses every night

Still tries to live by those words in red

Oh, but Momma don't pray like she used to

And she checks in on me least once a week

Every Sunday afternoon religiously

Says she talks to God about me

Yeah, that's just what Momma's do

Oh, but Momma don't pray like she used to

These days it's a little more thank you Lord

Instead of askin' him for help

Cause these days I'm a little more

Put together Lord

Instead of putin' her through hell

Every night it's still Amen

Cause that's what Momma's do

Oh, but Momma don't pray like she used to, no

I don't keep her up, not like I did back then

Don't need no help no more makin' rent

And I got someone who loves me

The way she'd want him to

So Momma don't pray like she used to, no

Yeah, these days it's a little more thank you Lord

Instead of askin' him for help

Cause these days I'm a little more

Put together Lord

Instead of putin' her through hell

Every night it's still Amen

Cause that's what Momma's do

Oh, but Momma don't pray like she used to, no

These days it's a little more thank you Lord

That she asked you for some help

Cause these days I'm a little more

Put together Lord

Instead of putin' her through hell

Every night it's still Amen

Cause that's what Momma's do

Oh, that's what Momma's do

But oh, Momma don't pray like she used to, no

She still keeps that Bible by her bed