Song Description
A son wants his mother's attention no matter how old he is.
| Song Length |
3:34 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional, Classical - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Endearing, Poignant |
Subject |
Mother, Life |
| Similar Artists |
George Strait, Dierks Bentley |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
standing on the edge of a high dive board or about to shoot the ball and tie the score or climbing up our own backyard sycamore tree
building a ramp with some ol scrap wood gonna jump my bike might get hurt wind blowing through my hair and I'd scream
look momma look momma look at me I'm gonna make you proud, wait and see she'd be standing in the door with her housecoat on half slowing me down half cheering me on look momma look I'll be alright don't you worry those smiling eyes just cross your fingers knock on wood and look momma look
a preacher, some flowers and my hometown girl Momma wouldn't have missed it for the world even though it was getting hard to get around
the car was waiting the cans were tied the rice came down on me and my bride I remember saying right out loud
look momma look momma look at me I'm gonna make you proud wait and see she was waiving goodbye, fighting back tears was that 21 minutes or 21 years look momma look I'll be alright don't you worry those smiling eyes just cross your fingers knock on wood and look momma look
I can't believe she's gone and I've got kids of my own and I'm standing in a garden of stone, crying
look momma look momma look at me I'm gonna make you proud wait and see where ever I am you won't be far I'm gonna carry you right here in my heart look momma look I'll be alright don't you worry those smiling eyes just cross your fingers knock on wood and look momma look
(bgv's) look momma look momma look at me I'm gonna make you proud wait and see (lead voc) Just cross your fingers knock on wood and look momma look
look momma look