(Kent "Lobo" LaVoie)
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When I was just a boy I was never told
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Now son don't you listen
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To that Rock and Roll
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'Cause I was brought up by my Momma
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And we were poor as dirt
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And the music made us feel better
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Everytime our stomachs hurt.
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My Momma had soul
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My Momma had soul
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We may've not had a lot to eat
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In the house
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But we always had some music
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That was playing real loud
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My Momma had soul
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My Momma had soul
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When things were going bad
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And the house got dark
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Me and Momma'd sit on a bench
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Out in the park
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We'd hear the jukebox playing
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In the corner bar
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And the music made us dance and
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Sing underneath the summer stars.
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You know my Momma got older as
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The years went along
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But she never got so old
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She couldn't dance
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To a Rock and Roll song
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My Momma Had Soul
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Lobo |