Poor Momma's Child Songtext
von Brother Dege

Where you going?
Where you trying to hide?
Two troubled kids.
Maybe got one more inside.
You got them modern ways.
You know they ain′t right.
This ain't no kind of place for a poor momma child.
God help that poor momma.
God help that poor momma child.
Momma child.


Lord, Lord, Lord, poor momma child.
Now they got you scream and crying.
Where you going?
What you trying to find?
Man done led you astray.
Now you got to get sanctified.
He got them modern ways.
You know they ain′t right.
This ain't no kind of place.
For a poor momma child.