One, two, three.
Children and holidays are gone
Last night I sat inside a bar room
And I was thinking about my childhood home
I think I need to talk to mama
Cause I'm about to have a child all of my own
And I hope I'm as brave as my mother
Wondering what kind of mother will I be
I hope she knows that I found a man far from my father
Sam, my baby, and me
I've been thinking about my husband
From seventeen, the only love I've known
And I could place
No one above him
So beautiful and so naive alone
I've not even called my family
About the life that's about to find me home
For many years the lights would blind me
But now I find the only one to lead me home
And I hope I'm as brave as my mother
Wondering what kind of mother will I be
I hope she knows that I found a man far from my father
Sam, my baby, and me
And I hope I'm as brave as my mother
Wondering what kind of mother will I be
I hope she knows that I found a man far from my father
Sam, my baby, and me
And I hope she knows that I found my mother
Sam, my baby, and me
It's just Sam, my baby, and me
It's just Sam, my baby, and me
It's just Sam, my baby, and me
It's just Sam, my baby, and me
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.