by Joyce Bueter

Created on: October 15, 2009

My Mama, my Daddy

My Mama, my Daddy, my brother and me

We traveled this country, a small family

Headed out from Missouri to anyplace west

But we always wound up where daddy thought best.

He looked for the green grass but we loved him still

When he wanted to see what was over that hill

Now that kind of life might seem hard to some

But we liked to be gypsies so we followed the sun.

Mom and Dad in the front seat content and carefree

My brother and I would soon start to sing

We sang lots of songs we knew every line

And in between verses read Burma Shave signs

We had few possessions for this world to see

But we traveled together in sweet harmony

We didn't make money but we made memories

My mama my daddy, my brother and me

Those years are behind me, my family is gone

But all of those memories still linger on

They spring up unbidden but again I can see

My Mama, my daddy, my brother and me

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