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Raise a Lady
True story (aren't they all?) Autobiographical.
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 244 (46,845 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 30 (1,945 songs currently listed in Country > Country and Western)
» highest in sub-genre: # 30 (1,945 songs currently listed in Country > Country and Western)
About the song
My mom really likes this one; she remembers each incident.
Lyrics
Mama tried to raise me up a lady
Had to take my barbed-wire cuts in stride
But she couldn't make a little cowgirl
Wear a frilly dress and stay inside.
Mama told me I should walk more softly
Modulate my voice and not be snide
Maybe I still look like I'm a tomboy
But I'm Mama's little lady deep inside.
(Chorus) It wasn't easy raising me
Can't always figure out what children need
Only love them, and wait and see
I want my mama to know she did succeed.
Lena was a lady as a baby
Changed her clothes a dozen times a day
I can't figure out how I produced her
She's a whole lot like my mama in her way
Lena's got a fuzzy little bunny
She giggles with the other girls in school
She's pretty and she's smart, and what a runner
Already making boys act like they're fools.
(Chorus) It isn't easy raising her
Can't always figure out what children need
So we love them, and concur
That our mamas somehow really did succeed.
(Repeat first chrus)
Had to take my barbed-wire cuts in stride
But she couldn't make a little cowgirl
Wear a frilly dress and stay inside.
Mama told me I should walk more softly
Modulate my voice and not be snide
Maybe I still look like I'm a tomboy
But I'm Mama's little lady deep inside.
(Chorus) It wasn't easy raising me
Can't always figure out what children need
Only love them, and wait and see
I want my mama to know she did succeed.
Lena was a lady as a baby
Changed her clothes a dozen times a day
I can't figure out how I produced her
She's a whole lot like my mama in her way
Lena's got a fuzzy little bunny
She giggles with the other girls in school
She's pretty and she's smart, and what a runner
Already making boys act like they're fools.
(Chorus) It isn't easy raising her
Can't always figure out what children need
So we love them, and concur
That our mamas somehow really did succeed.
(Repeat first chrus)
