My old mom, she was a good old mom
Did the best that she could do
Raising two boys all by herself
In a world that can be cruel
What's a lady to do
Circumstance didn't make her plans
She told it what to do
Touched this world with her healing hands
Painting sunshine on the blues
She could make your smile come through
Me, I'm not the best at all
At making old things new
But I can take this here guitar
And share a little sunshine with you
My old man he was a good old man
Cooked a mean red bean and rice
Stirred up things in the kitchen
Sure knew how to use that spice
Yes it's true
He sure knew a thing or two
Now me I'm not the best at all
When it comes to making stew
But I can take this here guitar
And cook up a little tune for you
We all got our blessings
In spite of circumstances
We all got that thing we do
There's no sense in comparing
It's better if we're sharing
I'll be me and you be you
My brother I think he got it all
It's enough to make you swear
Good looks, good at sports, good car, nice job
I don't think it's fair
Yes it's true
He could share his charm with you
Now me, I'm not the best at all
When it comes to playing ball
I hope you can find some kind of
Healing in these songs
It might be best to go out
To grab a bite or two
I think it's best I must confess
If I simply played a song for you
Yeah, not the best at all
But what I got I'll share with you
Not the best at all
I'm painting sunshine
