(Pam Sawyer/R. Dean Taylor/Frank Wilson/Berry Gordy/Henry Cosby)
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Mama's cooking bread
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She wore a dirty, raggedy scarf around her head
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Always had her stockings low, rolled to her feet
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She just didn't know
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She wore a sloppy dress
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Oh, no matter how she tried, she always looked a mess
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Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork, or a dinner plate
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I was always so afraid that my uptown friends would see her
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Afraid one day when I was grown, that I would be her
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Ah, in a college town
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Away from home a new identity I found
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Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
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I must have been insane
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I lied and said mama died on a weekend trip to Spain
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She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train
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Married a guy, was living high
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I didn't want him to know her
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She had a grandson two years old
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That I never even showed her
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I'm living in shame
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Mama I miss you
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I know you're not to blame
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Mama I miss you
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Came a telegram
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Mama passed away while making homemade jam
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Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
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She always did her best
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Oh, cooked and cleaned and always in the same old dress
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Working hard, down on her knees
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Always trying to please
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Mama, mama, mama can you hear me?
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Mama, mama, mama can you hear me?
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I'm living in shame, mama I miss you
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I know you're not to blame, mama I miss you.
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Won't you forgive me mom?
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For all the wrong I've done?
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I love you so much mom.
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I know you've done the very best you could
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But I never understood
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Working hard down on her knees...
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Mama you were always, always tryin' to please!
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I'm Livin' In Shame
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| The Supremes |
