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 Going back to a  age,
 so full of  and rage,
 Daddy says,  your Mama's gone."
 There's a hand on your shoulder  you're throwing dirt,
 someone says, "Time  the hurt.
 Little man,  got to keep on keepin' on,"
  all you want is Mama's arms.
 
 You ride back home in a 
 the saddest car that you've  seen,
 your brother can not look you in the 
 Lightning  thunder roars,
 an early winter  that heart of yours,
 but you swear you won't let them see  cry
 'cause all you want  Mama's arms.
 
 
 The neighbors come and bring you 
 endless  and futile sighs,
 and you run up to your room and lock the 
  there you are in your Sunday best,
 the way  Mama would have had you dressed
 and you realize  doesn't matter anymore
 'cause all you want is Mama's 
 
 
 'Round and 'round and 'round  goes.
  seasons change the young boy grows
 to understand it's all part  some plan.
 You used  wonder what it's all about.
 Now those are questions  can do without.
 You  them off and do the best you can
  all you want is Mama's arms.
 All  want is Mama's arms.