Without Mama Here - Charley Pride

Not long ago in the heat of the summer

Mama sat down for meals she prepared

None of us thought of it being her last one

We just thought mama would always be here

The fall of the year came and went without mama

We finally got used to her being gone

I believe like always she’s still watchin' o’er us

And by the grace of God we’ll be with her fore long

There’s somebody missing from our dinner table

Someone’s amen at the end of the prayer

The family’s all gathered on Sunday as always

But it don’t seem like Sunday without mama here

Now winter is with us and mama’s still walking

Where the sun’s always shinin' and the cold winds don’t blow

Now mama will sit with all of the angels

At the right hand of God at a table of gold

There’s somebody missing from our dinner table

Someone’s amen at the end of the prayer

The family’s all gathered on Sunday as always

But it don’t seem like Sunday without mama here

No it don’t seem like Sunday without mama here