(Jerri Kelly)

Mama never got to rock us, mama never got to love us
But papa rocked and loved us night and day
Mama never got to sing to us mama never got to teach us
But papa taught us what and not to say.

And I can still remember every cold December
Red roses in the snow on mama's grave
And twin little boys in overalls
With big brown eyes watched their papa cry
Every single year come mama's birhday.

Mama died when we were born
And folks say papa never would've lived on
Except mama told him how she wanted us raised
Our papa was a good man
With a light heart and a heavy hand
And he kept us well in line throughout our childhood days,
Prv? Na Rane Lyrics
Re?aze no?a?ky kopance modriny dostal som po dr?ke od zla?ch a od silna?ch Taka?to ritua?l ma?vaji zbojna?ci pod Hlavnou stanicou na na?ej ulici a?akal som,