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

Papa never spoke of mama much but someohow I knew they kept in touch

Cause sometimes papa's thoughts would just sorta drift away

He raised us just like mama asked

Got us ready for the future and gave us a happy past

And then on our twenty first birthday papa passed away

Mama never got to rock us...

Mama never got to rock us...