Mama Going Straight To Heaven
Son, when
I am dead and gone,
Please do not
Bring me fresh flowers
That I cannot smell,
Have roses that I cannot pluck,
Play music that I cannot hear
Just put me in a white robe and pine casket, because
Mama going straight to heaven to receive her blessings
Thank you, sweet Jesus!
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