Lyrics
I'm sitting here before the fire
The heat is rising high
The kids asleep with silver spoons
So why do I want to cry
My own mama never shed a tear
When the dust clouds rose, smoke in the air
Sink or swim, honey, it's up to you
What would Mama do?
In younger days, I chased a dream
Now I can't even catch my breath
And all I want from life right now
Is one more hour in bed
My mama worked hard from dawn to dusk
She'd say, come on girl, make gold from rust
If you waste your luck, it won't be back soon
What would Mama do?
I hear the black dog come at night
Its footprints are in my mind
It's got a hunger, it ain't my fault
That now I can't unwind
My mama was wild but wanted me tame
Now I'm trapped, the days are all the same
What would Mama do?
Crumbs and toys all over the floor
My job is on the line
I'm more alone than ever before
But I tell my friends I'm fine
When Mama had a problem
She'd roll up her sleeves
With a lick and a prayer
She'd get down on her knees
How the hell did I get soft?
Why does it feel so hard?
And there's no silver bullet,
No silver bullet, no silver bullet
She'd say, no silver bullet
No silver bullet...
What would Mama do?
Ceridwen Dovey, Keppie Coutts
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