-----Going back to a tender age, So full of confusion and rage, Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone." There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt, Someone says, "Time heals the hurt. Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on," But all you want is Mama's arms.
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. The seasons change the young boy grows To understand it's all part of some plan. You used to wonder what it's all about. Now those are questions you can do without. You laugh them off and do the best you can But all you want is Mama's arms. All you want is Mama's arms.--------