Mama Hold My Hand

Cross this road When I was just a little boy Well, I would go out to play And I would wander so far from home That I would lose my way And I'd call my momma to help me And she'd come right away To help me get back home where I wanna be And here's what I say Momma, hold my hand I don't think I can cross this road by myself Momma, hold my hand I don't think I can cross this road by myself And when I was a young man I would go astray Didn't want nobody to hold my hand Wanted to make my own way And my momma would come out to help me But I push her away 'Cause I just wanted to be on my own And here's what I say Momma, leave my hand I been waiting to cross this road by myself Cross this road by myself Well, now that I'm a grown man And I moved away I got a house, a nine to five and my wife We got a kid on the way Momma told me that life's gonna get rough Take it day by day But every once in a while I get scared And I wish I could say Momma, hold my hand I don't think I can cross this road by myself Momma, hold my hand I don't think I can cross this road by myself Now my momma is near the end of her years And her hair is gray Sometimes I call her to ask her if she would like To spend the day Momma used to be strong but she ain't now And she can't make her way That's why I'm always around when she needs help And here's what I say Momma, hold my hand I don't think you can cross this road by yourself Momma, hold my hand I don't think you can cross this road by yourself