Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting, singing songs for everyone Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise
"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim Today you're going away So, you're going among the city folks to dwell" So spoke a kind old mother To her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, let's win a Grammy with this one Let's go, this for all the single mothers out there Coming straight from your boy, Fliperacci,
Mother, daughter, sister, lover Her needles and pins hold the pieces together She'll thread your pearls with her words of wisdom In the palm of her hand
Mary comes in a bows And all her lipstick, pearls and clothes Come falling down Come falling at her feet Got a knife and a spoon And a rose on my suit
One night while the moon from heaven was shining My mother was praying for me to come home She asked her dear lord watch o'er me out yonder To send me
Mothers not dead, she's only a sleeping Just patiently waiting for Jesus to come The birds will be singing while Mother is sleeping They will
As a boy I learned of Jesus With my mother here at home Gathered there around the fireside Mother taught us right from wrong Happy days I still remember
I would never let a tear fall from your eyes No, no, no, no 'Cause everything you are to me Oh, I could never let you hurt inside You mean so much and
Wanna buy a new car But the price ain't right Be a downside cheaper (yes it would) Start riding a bike They're making milk out of powder Got the baby'
Mutter, oh Mutter (3x) Der Mann mit dem Koks (2x)Der Mann mit dem Koks ist daEs wurde einst das schwarze Gold der Ruhr genannt Es spendete Warme, Behaglichkeit
Mother, you had me but I never had you I wanted you, you didn't want me So I, I just got to tell you Goodbye, goodbye Father, you left me but I never
In the heat of the night In the heat of the day When I close my eyes When I look your way When I meet the fear that lies inside When I hear you say In
We serve an old man in a dry season A lighthouse keeper in the desert sun Dreamers of sleepers and white treason We dream of rain and the history of the
Madre, en tu dia no dejamos de mandarte nuestro amor. Madre, en tu dia con las vidas construimos tu cancion. Madre, que tu nostalgia se vuelva el
Here he comes, Mother's pride With the first ever satchel She bought him swinging by his side Here he comes, Mother's pride With a headful of Get your
I was born with my hand in a fist And my eyes shut tight Any wonder that I cannot resist Punchin' blindly, in a fight First time I saw swans flyin' to
I'm a mother, treat me like a mother You want to suck on my breast, I'm so surprised you do I'm the source and the force to your life too, brother Oh,