Mama, mama comfort me
You're the loving one
Daddy bought me electric trains
'Cause what he wanted was a son
He wanted a son

Oh mama, mama
Where's the joy in a birthday gun?
Daddy taught me how to shoot
'Cause what he wanted was a boy
He wanted a son

Oh mama, mama, don't be down
Lift your grievin' head
And tell me what you said
You got no lovin' left around

But don't you understand
Your daddy man is dead?
Am I'm alive but I can't get through
Is there anything to gain
If I get out my electric train?

If I should shoot his gun for you
Would that tend to please you
Tend to ease your pain?

Oh mama, I ain't guilty
You're not to blame
What we did is done
Sure we failed our daddy man

'Cause what he wanted was a son
To carry his name
But show you love me
Show you care

Show me, mama
And I swear I will make it up to you
In everything I do
All but one, I ain't your son

I'll always and forever be
Always and forever me
Me, me, mama
Comfort me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DORY LANGDON PREVIN