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