Paroles
Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Just let me tell you 'bout some truth in life I've found
Sweet mama, Lord, set yourself right down
Lord, pride, it ain't worth a US dime, Lord, no
Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time
And it's misery to be so jealous all the time
Sweet mama, Lord, be kind to your mind
Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Oh, sweet mama, Lord, lay them trophies down
You know it ain't no good to be givin' me
That same old run around
'Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down
Sweet mama, Lord, you're so feelin' fine
And I know, that you think this is just a line
But I only put these words into this little song
To try, Lord, and help us get along
Sweet mama
