A Song for Momma Lyrics

She loves her kids and her husband

And the big man upstairs

She filled our home full of grace

Even when she’d hit her limit, she was always there

Oh, I know that it wasn’t always easy

But that’s not how you made it seem

You put us all before you

Cause that’s what being a good mom really means

She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord

Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch

Of that little white house when I was three

She went to every single ball game

Always cheering out my name

Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see

Oh I know that I’m so lucky

To’ve had a momma like you to teach me

How to be the man that I came to be

Now I’m grown and gone

I’ve got a family all my own

You might not have to parent me any longer

But that don’t mean that I don’t need you anymore

She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord

Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch

Of that little white house when I was three

She went to every single ball game

Always cheering out my name

Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see

Oh I know that I’m so lucky

To’ve had a momma like you to teach me

How to be the man that I came to be

Sometimes I call her up

Just to check in on her day

Cause you have to make time

For the most important things

She taught me ‘bout music and the good Lord

Singin’ “Swing Low” on the front porch

Of that little white house when I was three

She went to every single ball game

Always cheering out my name

Makin’ sure they always knew who she came to see

Oh I know that I’m so lucky

To’ve had a momma like you to teach me

How to be the man that I came to be