D Going back to a tender age, A So full of confusion and rage, C G Daddy says, Boys, your Mama's gone. D There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt, A Someone says, Time heals the hurt. C G Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on, D A D G D A D But all you want is Mama's arms. D You ride back home in a limosine, A The saddest car that you've ever seen, C G Your brother can not look you in the eye. D Lightning strikes, thunder roars, A An early winter in that heart of yours, C G But you swear you won't let them see you cry D A D G D A D 'Cause all you want is Mama's arms. D The neighbors come and bring you pies, A Endless words and futile sighs, C G And you run up to your room and lock the door. D And there you are in your Sunday best, A The way your Mama would have had you dressed C G And you realize it doesn't matter anymore D A D G D A G 'Cause all you want is Mama's arms. D 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. A The seasons change the young boy grows C G To understand it's all part of some plan. D You used to wonder what it's all about. A Now those are questions you can do without. C G You laugh them off and do the best you can D A D G D A G All you want is Mama's arms D A D G D A G All you want is Mama's arms