It was kinda hard believing
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Mama Stewart couldn¡¯t see me then
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Or even that her age was ninety four
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¡®Cause the years that took her sight away
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Had given her the right to say
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What she believed, and she did, praise the Lord
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And the things she said reminded me
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Of things I¡¯d grown too blind to see
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And feelings that I¡¯d hidden deep inside
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And when she said goodbye and kissed me
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I was thankful she couldn¡¯t see
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The sudden tears I couldn¡¯t hide
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[Chorus]
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Everything is beautiful in Mama Stewart¡¯s eyes
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Another shining reason to believe
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Everything is new and full of wonder and surprise
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Inside the world that Mama Stewart sees
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She rode the covered wagons west
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When she was only seven
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But she came to California on a plane
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She said at ninety four she thought for sure
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She¡¯d got too close to heaven
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And like as not was going all the way
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But the miracle of medicine
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And good old time religion
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Removed the veil of darkness from her eyes
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They said she praised the Lord
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And thanked the doctor
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And didn¡¯t even seem at all surprised
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Tag:] Lord, let me see what Mama Stewart sees
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Mama Stewart
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| Kris Kristofferson |
