Goin back to a tender age, so full of confusion and rage
Daddy says boy's your mammas gone
Theres a hand on your shoulder as you pull under,
Someone says time heals the hurt
Little man you got to keep on keepin on
All you want is mammas arms

Ride back home in a limosine,
Its the saddest car that you've ever seen
Your brother can not look you in the eye
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,
Its an early winter in that heart of yours
You swear you wont let them see you cry
All you want is mammas arms

Neighbours come and bring you pie,
In this worlds infutile sighs
And you run up to your room and lock the door
There you are in your Sunday best,
The way your mamma would have had you dressed,
And your relise it doesnt matter anymore
Cause all you want is mammas arms

Round and round and round it goes,
The seasons change a young boy grows
To understand its all part of some plan
You use to wonder whats its all about,
Now those are questions you can do without,
You laugh them off and do the best you can
And all you want is mummas arms
All you want is mammas ar