Mama never got to rock us

Mama never got to rock us mama never got to love us
But papa rocked and loved us night and day
Mama never got to sing to us mama never got to teach us
But papa taught us what and not to say
And I can still remember every cold December red roses in the snow on mama's grave
And twin little boys in overalls with big brown eyes watched their papa cry
Every single year come mama's birhday

Mama died when we were born and folks say papa never would've lived on
Except mama told him how she wanted us raised
Our papa was a good man with a light heart and a heavy hand
And he kept us well in line throughout our childhood days
Papa never spoke of mama much but someohow I knew they kept in touch
Cause sometimes papa's thoughts would just sorta drift away
He raised us just like mama asked
Got us ready for the future and gave us a happy past
And then on our twenty first birthday papa passed away
Mama never got to rock us...
Mama never got to rock us...