Mama told me life weren’t fair
Told me it was hard
she was right, of course,
but I wonder what else she wants me to know.
You know that things ain’t half so bad
and you can’t deny– ain’t half so good
We all have dreams ’bout what we ain’t had
and spend time cryin’– things we ain’t understood.
And the world just spins
like it’s made of stone
And we got each other
and sometimes that’s why it hurts.
I’d like to think that I could find
an answer to the pain I feel
but thinkin’ ain’t ever got me where
My heart wished it could be.
I hope one day my mama says
Something good that I can hold
Cause no one else ever cared like that
An’ been so right so much.