It seems like everyday... I hear somebody say...
How a working man today has started back
And then my memory will take me...
Back to the one who raised me
And I'd think of all the troubles that she had
Back in fifty eight... after daddy went away...
Mama took a job working at the plant
And she'd put in her time
On that old assembly line
And she held her own with any union man
Mama was a working man
Mama was a working man
And she raised me to be proud of who I am
We didn't call it Liberation
We just called it love back then
Gentle heart and two strong hands
Mama was a working man
I could see it in her eyes...
When she came home at night
How tired she was... a working hard all day
She made a living and a home
And if the truth be known
She worked twice as hard
... for half the pay
Mama was a working man
Mama was a working man
And she raised me to be proud of who I am
We didn't call it Liberation
We just called it love back then
Gentle heart and two strong hands
Mama was a working man
And a heroes what they called her
On the gold watch that they bought her
After thirty years... they finally understand that
Mama was a working man
Mama was a working man
And she raised me to be proud of who I am
We didn't call it Liberation
We just called it love back then
Gentle heart and two strong hands
Mama was a working man
She had a gentle heart and two strong hands
Mama was a working man