Sweet Mama

Sweet mama, lay your burden down

Sweet mama, lay your burden down

Just let me tell you 'bout some truth in life I've found

Sweet mama, Lord, set yourself right down

Lord, pride, it ain't worth a US dime, Lord, no

Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time

And it's misery to be so jealous all the time

Sweet mama, Lord, be kind to your mind

Sweet mama, lay your burden down

Oh, sweet mama, Lord, lay them trophies down

You know it ain't no good to be givin' me

That same old run around

'Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down

Sweet mama, Lord, you're so feelin' fine

And I know, that you think this is just a line

But I only put these words into this little song

To try, Lord, and help us get along

Sweet mama