Baby blue eyes and pretty little lips
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Ridin' on his daddy's hip
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He thinks Daddy hung the moon,
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'till mama walks in the room.
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Daddy works nights and mama works days.
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schedules to keep and bills to pay,
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but it'll all be all right soon
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when mama walks in the room.
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chorus: Well, there's a bond no man can break
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sent from heaven above
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Nothing else can take the place of a mother's love
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So he thinks Daddy hung the moon
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'till mama walks in the room.
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So rock-a-bye, baby, now don't you cry.
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She'll be home, by and by.
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and you'll be singin' a different tune
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when mama walks in the room.
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chorus: There's a bond no man can break
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sent from heaven above
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Nothing else can take the place of a mother's love
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So he thinks Daddy hung the moon
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'till mama walks in the room.
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Later on, son, our time will come
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for baseball, fishin', and havin' fun...
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Oh he thinks Daddy hung the moon
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Till mama walks in the room.
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yeah he thinks Daddy hung the moon
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Till mama walks in the room.
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He Thinks Daddy Hung the Moon
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| Marty Brown |
