Roy Payne - "Momma's Long Black Hair"

My Momma sure was pretty way back when she was young,
The boys all tried to win her but only Daddy won;
You know she's still as pretty now,
That never changed down through the years,
But I'm the one who put the gray in Momma's long black hair.

I was wild and I was reckless and I guess I did not see,
Every night, when I came home late, she'd be waiting up for me;
I never heard her whisper, "Thank you, Lord,"
Or saw her wipe her tears away,
But I'm the one who put the gray in my Momma's long black hair.

O, I wish that I could change things now,
But some things you can't change;
I can only say, "Momma, I love you," till my dying day;
She's waiting up for me right now by the window in her chair,
Yes, I'm the one who put the gray in my Momma's long black hair.
Spoken:

On the day I went to prison, she fell down on her knees
And cried out, "Please don't take him, sir,
In his place please take me;"
O, Lord, if there's a heaven, make sure she gets my share,
'Cause I'm the one who put the gray in my Momma's long black hair.

O, I wish that I could change things now,
But some things you can't change;
I can only say, "Momma, I love you," till my dying day;
She's waiting up for me right now by the window in her chair,
Yes, I'm the one who put the gray in my Momma's long black hair.

O, I wish that I could change things now....

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