Mama Hold My Hand

Cross this road
 When I was just a little boy
 Well, I would go out to play
 And I would wander so far from home
 That I would lose my way
 And I'd call my momma to help me
 And she'd come right away
 To help me get back home where I wanna be
 And here's what I say
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think I can cross this road by myself
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think I can cross this road by myself
 And when I was a young man
 I would go astray
 Didn't want nobody to hold my hand
 Wanted to make my own way
 And my momma would come out to help me
 But I push her away
 'Cause I just wanted to be on my own
 And here's what I say
 Momma, leave my hand
 I been waiting to cross this road by myself
 Cross this road by myself
 Well, now that I'm a grown man
 And I moved away
 I got a house, a nine to five and my wife
 We got a kid on the way
 Momma told me that life's gonna get rough
 Take it day by day
 But every once in a while I get scared
 And I wish I could say
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think I can cross this road by myself
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think I can cross this road by myself
 Now my momma is near the end of her years
 And her hair is gray
 Sometimes I call her to ask her if she would like
 To spend the day
 Momma used to be strong but she ain't now
 And she can't make her way
 That's why I'm always around when she needs help
 And here's what I say
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think you can cross this road by yourself
 Momma, hold my hand
 I don't think you can cross this road by yourself