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CI'm thinking of a little Flady
She Cbears her load without a G7friend
The Cone who rocked me in my Fcradle
And Cthrough the G7years she loves me Cyet
The roses on her cheeks have Ffaded
And Cwhen they pass her on the G7street
Would Cbreak my heart to see them Fmock her
AlCthough she G7may not dress so Cneat
She Fwas the first to ever Clove me
The Ffirst to Chold me to her G7breast
God Fbless her cause she is my Cmother
And she'll be the G7last one I'll forCget
Her way may seem a bit old Ffashioned
And Csome may laugh when passing G7by
I'm Cnot ashamed to call her Fmother
My Clove for G7her I'll not Cdeny
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