Lirieke:
Jones George She S My Mother

she may not dress so neat She was the first to ever love me the first to hold me to her breast God bless her cause she is my mother and she'll be the

she may not dress so neat She was the first to ever love me the first to hold me to her breast God bless her cause she is my mother and she'll be the

, here's mama's bouquet. They brighten her face and she holds me close She'd say they are more precious than a beautiful rose And she wore a smile sweeter

Oh you said you were my baby now I know that you're my baby But it seems to me you got rovin' eye If you wanna be my baby then you gotta be my baby You