Mom Lyrics – Styles Haury
Singer: Styles Haury
Title: Mom
She coulda done about anything she wanted
Coulda chased down any one of them big dreams
If you asked her what she did
She’d say I’m just raisin’ kids
It takes growin’ up to see that’s a lot more than it seems
She was a judge and a jury when we were tangled up in a fight
She was a doctor you could call on any time day or night
She was a chauffeur, she was a seamstress
A short order cook, did whatever it took, yeah
Puttin’ in the overtime, not gettin’ paid a dime
Always on the job bein’ Mom
She was a come-to-Jesus prеacher
When we needеd to see the light
She was a dinner table teacher
When we couldn’t get it right
She’s a right there when you need her
Has been all my life
All the hell and back we’ve put her through
Lord knows we didn’t have a clue
She was a judge and a jury when we were tangled up in a fight
She was a doctor you could call on any time day or night
She was a chauffeur, she was a seamstress
A short order cook, did whatever it took, yeah
Puttin’ in the overtime, not gettin’ paid a dime
Always on the job bein’ Mom
Just bein’ Mom
If you ask her today
She wouldn’t have it any other way
She was a judge and a jury
When we were tangled up in a fight
She was a doctor you could call on
Any time day or night
She was a chauffeur, she was a seamstress
A short order cook, did whatever it took, yeah
Puttin’ in the overtime, not gettin’ paid a dime
Always on the job bein’ Mom
Bein’ Mom
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