That's What Mamas Do

She'll change a dirty diaper, Wipe a runny nose Get a two day purple Kool-Aid Stain right out of your clothes And she'll put her last spare dollar under your pillow, When you lose a tooth She'll bust down your door, And drag you out of bed Make you sit right next to her in church, Wearing your Sunday best And when she bows her head to pray, You can bet she's saying one for you That's what mamas do They raise you, Ground you Build their whole world around you With no care for the hell they'll go through That's what mamas do She'll keep up with all your girlfriends, Scare off the ones she hates She'll get a new grey hair and a wrinkle to spare Every time you come home late And when you leave to chase that dream, She's gonna cry when she walks by your empty room She'll call and sing you happy birthday, When everybody else forgets On your wedding day, She'll joke and say, "Hey, Where are my grandkids?" Oh, And when she finally gets 'em She'll spoil 'em rotten the way her mama did with you That's what mamas do They raise you, Ground you Build their whole world around you And they'll carry the weight of your world too That's what mamas do But she'll get old and fragile, And the end will come too soon And she'll let go and you'll hold on, The way all children do And you'll miss her, Mourn her Leave pretty flowers for her And you'll cry like the baby she knew And she'll hear you, Guide you And pray the light finds you She'll never stop watching over you Oh, until you're up there, too