| Singing out the melody, memory, them Malta Bend memories
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| Oh lord
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| Unleash these words
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| When the chips are down, back’s against the wall
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| On the side of the road, no-one to call
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| There’s no-one at all
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| When it seems the rain will never stop again
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| You don’t know who’s really your friend
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| Or where you’re getting your from
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| I wanna share a little story that I know well
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| Another small town
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| Another small tale
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| About a woman with nothing
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| Possessing will
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| A strong woman parented by Evelyn and Bill
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| She never knew no excuses, the sun would come around
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| See they were segregated, down in the Lower Town
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| She took it all up in stride, but destined for a change
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| A different type of struggle in this five lanes
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| See they was deep in the Church, she played piano well
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| Willy and Stella and Rosie, Debbie and Ludia Bell
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| See family values was high, I’m talking back when
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| This is the story about a woman from Malta Bend
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| Yeah
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| She moved out kinda early and had my two sisters
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| '81 is the year I came in to the picture
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| Ever since I remember you been working hard
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| 11, 12 hour days, 2 or 3 jobs
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| Reminiscing to the story I could shed a tear
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| 5 elementary schools in 6 years
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| We had to live through the struggle, but Me and Momma made it
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| You see, this story’s about a woman who’s motivated
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| I got a little bit dough to chip in
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| Not only was you my Momma, but you my best friend
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| I wanna tell you I love you and you’re my only one
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| I wanna thank you for life
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| P.S -your only son
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| Yeah
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| You’re my only Mom, I love you
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| Oh, you’re amazing
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| How amazing you are
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| Yeah
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| Unleash these words
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| Singing out the melody, memory, them Malta Bend memories
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| Oh lord
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| Unleash these words |