[Verse 1] I drove up the gravel road With a box of flowers in my hand Mama’s porch was painted white Same as when I was a child She reached for me with shaking hands And smiled that tired old smile Said, “Baby, sit right here a while” I’ve got some stories for you tonight [Verse 2] She pulled down that old black Book From the shelf beside her bed Said, “It’s been with me a long, long time Since I was just a girl” Her fingers traced the worn-out gold And every name she said Sounded like a prayer to me From another world [Pre-Chorus] She said times got dark back then No work and empty plates Folks stood in line for hope And prayed for better days But she kept on standing tall Though the storm kept pushing through “Child, the Lord will make a way If you just hold on true” [Chorus] Mama made it home Mama made it home Walked through hell and kept on going Now she’s finally home Mama made it home Mama made it home All that hurt is behind her And she’s finally home [Verse 3] She told me ‘bout her childhood days Bare feet on a winter floor Her daddy left before dawn Her mama closed the door How the whole town lost their jobs And the tables went bare But she learned how to give a little When there wasn’t much to spare [Pre-Chorus] She said, “I seen the valley low I seen the faithful fall But I kept that Bible close And God through it all” Then she looked out through the glass At the fading evening glow Said, “This road was long, my girl But home is where I go” [Chorus] Mama made it home Mama made it home Walked through hell and kept on going Now she’s finally home Mama made it home Mama made it home All that hurt is behind her And she’s finally home [Bridge] I laid my hand in hers She squeezed it soft and slow Said, “Love’s the one thing, child That never lets you go” When the room grew still as rain And the candles burned low I heard heaven on her breath Say, “It’s time to go” [Final Chorus] Mama made it home Mama made it home Walked through hell and kept on going Now she’s finally home Mama made it home Mama made it home That old Bible in her hands Led my mama home [Outro] And I’ll keep her stories close Like that worn-out Book she owned Strong as any mountain Mama made it home
