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Sunday morning I heard mama prayFrom a room I heard her say"Good Lord help my son find his way""Lord he's just a country boy""Thinks the world is great big toy"There ain't nothin' he can't doIf he wants toHe got himself a part time jobSaved his money and bought him a guitarPlayed from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey(He don't wanna) Go to school no moreDon't do his household choresBut I'm a hit, the neighbors biggest sound, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah(He's) Got some big ideasHe's talkin' 'bout leavin' hereGoing to a place called New York CityAnd here's what he told meMama, I gotta brand new thing don't say noLet me goMama, (Yeah) I gotta brand new thing don't say noLet me goSongtexteMama said, "My son, my son you're only sixteen""I know being a star is your dream""But I think it's time you stop all this foolin'""And get to your schoolin'"Living in a state of frustrationStop preachin' that education'Cause this job is gonna make me a kingAbove everything else, listenDonned from head to toeFirst class everywhere we goJust give me a chance to do my thingMama, I gotta brand new thing don't say noLet me goMama, I gotta brand new thing don't say noLet me goI can see it nowChampagne and caviarBlack limousine, chauffeured carTrips all around the worldAnd I'll have my choice of any girlPeople lined up as far as you can seeStanding in line just to see meMoney stacking up to the skyThere ain't nothin' that we can't buyHave a little faith in meMama I'm sure Aus Songtexte Mania