Mama's Arms

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Going back to a tender age, 
A 
So full of confusion and rage, 
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Daddy says, Boys, your Mama's gone. 
D 
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt, 
A 
Someone says, Time heals the hurt. 
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Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on, 
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But all you want is Mama's arms. 

D 
You ride back home in a limosine, 
A 
The saddest car that you've ever seen, 
C                                    G 
Your brother can not look you in the eye. 
D 
Lightning strikes, thunder roars, 
A 
An early winter in that heart of yours, 
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But you swear you won't let them see you cry 
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'Cause all you want is Mama's arms. 


D 
The neighbors come and bring you pies, 
A 
Endless words and futile sighs, 
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And you run up to your room and lock the door. 
D   
And there you are in your Sunday best, 
A 
The way your Mama would have had you dressed 
C                                  G 
And you realize it doesn't matter anymore 
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'Cause all you want is Mama's arms. 

D 
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. 
A 
The seasons change the young boy grows 
C                                   G 
To understand it's all part of some plan. 
D 
You used to wonder what it's all about. 
A 
Now those are questions you can do without. 
C                                      G 
You laugh them off and do the best you can 
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All you want is Mama's arms 
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All you want is Mama's arms