I'm not in the hall of fame
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I'm not on the wall of shame
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I guess you'll find me in between somewhere
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Things go right and things go wrong
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Sometimes you hear me sing a song
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But you'll always find me in my mama's prayers
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Sure as the skies will turn dark
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At the end of the day
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The angels must count
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On what she's going to say
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And I know I'm at least one of five other names
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When I'm down and think nobody cares
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I remember that I'm in my mama's prayers
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Not everybody has a mom
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And no one does for very long
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And I used to think "well, lord that's just not fair."
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But I believe the words are for always
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And they won't end with today's
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And I'm grateful to be in my mama's prayers
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Sure as the skies will turn dark
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At the end of the day
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The angels must count
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On what she's going to say
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And I know I'm at least one of five other names
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When I'm down and think nobody cares
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I remember that I'm in my mama's prayers
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I don't always know what to believe
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And I don't always know everything I need
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But faithfully my name is called each night
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By quilted bedside
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And the devil may come seek me on a dare
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He'll be up against my mama's prayers
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When I'm down and think nobody cares
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I remember I'm in my mama's prayers
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Mama's Prayers
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Elizabeth Cook |