Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low rolled to her feet
She just didn`t know
She wore a sloppy dress
Oh no matter how she tried
she always looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate never
used a fork or a dinner plate
I was always so afraid for my uptown
friends to see her
Afraid one day when
I was grown that I would be her
Ah in a college town
Away from home a new identity I found
Said I was born elite with maids
and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said momma died
on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house
never even boarded a train
Married a guy was living high
I didn`t want him to know her
She a grandson two years old
That I never even showed her
I`m living in shame
Momma I miss you
I know you`re not to blame
Momma I miss you
Came a telegram
Momma passed away while
making homemade jam
Before she died she cried
to see me by her side
She always did her best
Ah cooking cleaning always
in the same old dress
Working hard down on her knees
Always trying to please
Momma momma momma can you hear me
Momma momma momma can you hear me
I`m living in shame momma I miss you
I know you`ve done you`re best
Momma I miss you
Won`t you forgive me mom
For all the wrong I`ve done
I know you`ve done your best
Oh I know you`ve done your
very best you could
But I never understood
Working hard down on her knees