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On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnicThere'd be kinfolks callin' until dawnMe I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would singAnd grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night longNow the women folk they would work out in the kitchenYou could smell that food for miles and miles aroundPaw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshineJust so's that he could warsh those viddle downAs soon as all the kids got tired of playin' horseshoesMama she'd call me over to her sideYou know she'd say I'd like to take some picturesYou could see her face light up with prideAnd then she'd bring out that worn out family albumIts faded pictures some with corners tornShe'd laugh and poin and tell me funny storiesAnd look she'd say why that's the day that you were bornAnd I'd sit and reminisce each picture with herAnd I'd listen to her laughter and her sighsBut underneath I knew how much I'd hurt herFor I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyesIn my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thingI was still a baby in my mama's eyesThat old family album she'll keep on her night standRight next to the Bible until the day she diesSongtexteThrough all those years in prison she stuck by meAnd she came to visit anytime she couldWell I remember at my trial when she testified she loved meAnd she told the judge I'd always been so goodThen later through the fame she watched me blossomFrom just a local country singer to a great big starShe listened to all my records for the hidden meaningsAnd she came to hear me sing in all those dim lit barsAnd she read all the things they wrote about meBut she knew deep in her heart that it was liesNo she don't hide her head in shame when someone says my nameYou'll find no teardrops in my mama's eyesIn my mama's eyes...Right next to the Bible until the day she dies Aus Songtexte Mania