Mama, rest your mind
I found a lover, she's gentle and kind
Finally, it's the lasting kind
So Mama, rest your mind

Mama, calm your nerves
It could be so much worse
If this love's the devil's curse
I don't want your cure

If your old good book says it's true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
With fierceness painful and pure
I will reckon you

All you ask for is family
Well, I've had your fists, your love, your suffering
All these years of coming clean
but never heard or seen

If your old good book says it's true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
With fierceness painful and pure
I will reckon you

Mama, dry your eyes
Forget about the fire
Look how my face smiles and shines
Can you learn to know your child?

If your old good book says it's true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew
With fierceness painful and pure
I will reckon you
I will reckon you
I will reckon you