Mama Plays the Piano
Mama plays the piano
And I sing melody
She’ll figure it out, just give her time
No matter what the song may be.
You can watch her fingers go up and down,
Go up and down the keyboard
She doesn’t play by note but by ear
Her talent’s clearly given by the Lord.
I may never warm the ivory like mama does
But I sure like to hear her play
Slow songs or fast ones, it doesn’t matter
I could listen to her all day.
Yes mama plays the piano,
Ad she sings harmony
She can make that instrument grow legs and walk
While I sing melody.
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