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I said goodbye to that poor little mining town

With just a few old clothes that had made the rounds

I knew I was leaving a lot of things that were good

But I thought I'd make a break while I still could.

As I looked back to wave once more

To mama crying in the door

For me and for what the world might have in store

For she knew I'd never be her little girl no more

She was drifting back to another time

When she was young and hoped to find

A better life than what her mama's had been

And it was hard to let go of mama's hand

My mama's hand

One old paper bag full of hand-me-downs

Plain old country girl raised on gospel sound

With only the love she gave me – pride in what I am

And it was hard to let go of mama's hand

My mama's hand

I thought of all the years she slaved

Thought of all the love she gave

'Tried to make this run-down shack a home

A dream that really died 'fore it was born.

But she pulled us through the hardest times

And made us hold our head up high

A gift we carry with us all our lives

For we were oh so special in mama's eyes

As I looked back down that dusty road

To mama and her heavy load

I knew what I was leavin' – I'd never find again

And it was hard to let go of mama's hand

My mama's hand

One old paper bag filled with hand-me-downs

Plain old country girl raised on gospel sound

With only the love she gave me – pride in what I am

And it was hard to let go of mama's hand

My mama's hand