Mama Hold My Hand

Cross this road

When I was just a little boy

Well, I would go out to play

And I would wander so far from home

That I would lose my way

And I'd call my momma to help me

And she'd come right away

To help me get back home where

I wanna be

And here's what

I sayMomma, hold my hand

I don't think

I can cross this road by myself

Momma, hold my hand

I don't think

I can cross this road by myself

And when I was a young man

I would go astray

Didn't want nobody to hold my hand

Wanted to make my own way

And my momma would come out to help me

But I push her away'

Cause I just wanted to be on my own

And here's what

I sayMomma, leave my hand

I been waiting to cross this road by myself

Cross this road by myself

Well, now that

I'm a grown man

And I moved away

I got a house, a nine to five and my wife

We got a kid on the way

Momma told me that life's gonna get rough

Take it day by day

But every once in a while

I get scared

And I wish

I could say

Momma, hold my hand

I don't think

I can cross this road by myself

Momma, hold my hand

I don't think

I can cross this road by myself

Now my momma is near the end of her years

And her hair is gray

Sometimes

I call her to ask her if she would like

To spend the day

Momma used to be strong but she ain't now

And she can't make her way

That's why

I'm always around when she needs help

And here's what

I sayMomma, hold my hand

I don't think you can cross this road by yourself

Momma, hold my hand

I don't think you can cross this road by yourself