Lokking for lyrics. Mama's Gonna Pray

kristi40 · Post by **kristi40** » Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:47 pm

I am looking for the lyrics to a song I think is called "Mama's Gonna Pray".

kristi40 · Post by **kristi40** » Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:50 pm

I know some of the chorus goes mama raised me papa taught me right from wrong. Not sure about the name of the song, I think it's Mama's Gonna Pray.

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:44 pm

(v1)
I've seen times when there hasn't been a bite on the table
Papa couldn't work ever since the war you know he hasn't been able
I've seen times when it would rain on a cloudless day
But I've never seen a time when momma didn't pray

(v2)
I worked these fields in the merciless sun till my skin was burning
I followed that mule and that old wooden plow till the furrows round me were turning
Late in the evening when the sun would go down at the end of the day
We'd all knell down by the bed and mama would pray

(ch)
Papa you raised me and momma you taught me right from wrong
I miss those Sunday's when you'd sing those old song
But most of all I remember when my daddy would say
"bow your heads kids, momma's gonna pray'

(v3)
Here I am now years have passed tears are in my eyes
I just got a call on the telephone they told me my mama was dying
Oh what I'd give if I could hear my daddy say
"Bow your heads kids, momma's gonna pray"

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:13 pm

The Bluegrass Brothers do a great version of this beautiful bluegrass song!

Check it out...

Geo

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:24 pm

here is the orginal lyrics

I've Seen times when there hasn't been a bite on the table papa couldn't work cause ever since the war he hasn't been able and I've seen times when it would rain on a cloudless day. but I've never seen the time when mama didn't pray.

I worked these fields in the merciless sun till my skin was burning
I cussed that mule that old wood plow and the hard ole ground I was turning
but in the evening when the sun went down and I was through with my day we'd all kneel down by the bed and mama would pray.

Oh papa you raised me mama you thaught me right from wrong
I miss the farm and the sundays when we sang those songs
but most of all I miss the nights when papa would say bow your heads nowe kids mamas gonna pray.

Now I stand in a jungle where the sun don't shine
theres terror in the hearts of everyone around and the fear of dying what I'd give to be back home and hear papa say bow your heads now kids mamas gonna pray