January 24

January 24

When your birthday comes along the son always shines

Your were up there on the stage when I was just a little ‘un

Mama, I’m proud to be your musical son

But you went too early or I was too late, so tears tear the fun

You taught me to be strong and that music was for everyone

You never pandered to my tears because you knew the damage that’d be done

Never stood in my way but supported me thru’

Today’s your birthday and you’ve long been gone

But you always stand with me ‘cause usually I’m one

I led you a merry dance, in my wild days I’d run

Rebelliousness understood by a mother that was a hun

Your wonderful tales and the newspaper stories, showed where this rebel came from

You taught me to think and decide my own mind

Regardless who said what, no matter how apparently profound

So they can take patriarchal society and shove it where the sun don’t shine

My Mama raised me far down South where the nickel is mined and the good ‘ole boys dine