Momma gave up custody
Traded an old Camaro for my brother and me
Since that night
I've only seen her twice
This all went down when I was just about, let's say, five
Well, of course, there's more to the story
It would be so sad that it would just turn boring
After all
I can't recall
Why she gave me a bruise a big as I was tall
Beaten with the Red Rider bb gun
I got for the Christmas my daddy was home
By momma, momma
My momma
I called momma when I turned 17
To forgive the past, but she
Denied what my young eyes had seen
Said I was brainwashed and that I hadn't suffered a thing
But I can still picture the man
She brought home with his perverted plan
While dad was stationed overseas
But soon he came home to set his skinny kids free
And grandpa brought hell
Dragged her 'round the yard by her hair
Swinging his belt
At momma, momma
My momma
At momma, Oh momma
My momma
I know I'm not the man I would be
I know I'm not the man I would be
I know I'm not the man I would be
If I had
A momma that cared for me