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The Singing Rambos – Mama's Treasures lyrics
Mama's Treasures
She left me a fortune and didn’t have a dime.
But mama taught me being rich was just a state of mind.
And you can’t buy a good name with a mountain of gold,
Or change a page in the book of life when your story’s been told.
Chorus
Rubies, silk and satin, pretty lace and ribbons
Never were the things that my mama craved.
Her family was her pleasure and heaven her treasure.
And mama was rich in her own kind of way,
Verse 2
I’ve seen the wicked prosper in fortune and fame,
But mama said I’m richer far if heaven knows my name.
And you can’t take it with you
And you can’t take it with you when they lay you away.
What good would it do you when you’re cold in your grave?
Verse 3
The sweetest sound I've ever heard was early morning rain
Painting rays of silver light across my window pane,
The sound of children laughin' and the smell of apple pie,
And mama singin’ songs about her treasures in the sky.
(Repeat Chorus)
She left me a fortune and didn’t have a dime.
But mama taught me being rich was just a state of mind.
And you can’t buy a good name with a mountain of gold,
Or change a page in the book of life when your story’s been told.
Chorus
Rubies, silk and satin, pretty lace and ribbons
Never were the things that my mama craved.
Her family was her pleasure and heaven her treasure.
And mama was rich in her own kind of way,
Verse 2
I’ve seen the wicked prosper in fortune and fame,
But mama said I’m richer far if heaven knows my name.
And you can’t take it with you
And you can’t take it with you when they lay you away.
What good would it do you when you’re cold in your grave?
Verse 3
The sweetest sound I've ever heard was early morning rain
Painting rays of silver light across my window pane,
The sound of children laughin' and the smell of apple pie,
And mama singin’ songs about her treasures in the sky.
(Repeat Chorus)
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