Mama Courtney
Robert MilesVersion1
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I remember as a baby barely one year old
When I first met Mama Courtney with her heart of gold
I didnt know away back then how shed influence me
And I thank Mama Courtney for the man I grew to be
My mother lost her way in life Mama Courtney took me in
She became my foster Mother and my best friend
Shed drive us kids around the town in a big black ghost mobile
To this day I still remember how good she made us feel
There are many children in this world who suffer hurt and shame
I thank all the Mama Courtneys who took away their pain
God works in mysterious ways I believe this is true
Though she had no children of her own she fostered 32
Blackie was her husband he drove a pick-up truck
He worked at the power station to earn an honest buck
At weekends he go hunting squirrels up in Arkinsaw
And every night when he tucked us in we would call him Pa
Us kids are all now grown up and gone our separate ways
I look back on my childhood with many happy days
And when I go back to Sri-Port I place flowers on her grave
And I thank Mama Courtney for all us kids that she saved
Repeat Chorus X 2
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Readable chord sheet for Mama Courtney by Robert Miles
[D]I remember as a baby barely one [G]year old
When I [D]first met Mama Courtney with her [A]heart of gold
I d[D]idnt know away back then [G]how shed influence me
And I [D]thank Mama Courtney for the [A]man I grew to [D]be
[D]My mother lost her way in life Mama [G]Courtney took me in
She became [D]my foster Mother and [A]my best friend
Shed [D]drive us kids around the town in a [G]big black ghost mobile
To this [D]day I still remember how [A]good she made us [D]feel
There are [G]many children in this world who [D]suffer hurt and shame
I thank [G]all the Mama Courtneys who [D]took away their [A]pain
God [D]works in mysterious ways I be[G]lieve this is true
Though she [D]had no children of her own she [A]fostered 3[D]2
[D]Blackie was her husband he [G]drove a pick-up truck
He [D]worked at the power station to [A]earn an honest buck
At [D]weekends he go hunting [A]squirrels up in Arkinsaw
[D]
And every night when he t[A]ucked us in we wou[D]ld call him Pa
[D]Us kids are all now grown up and [G]gone our separate ways
I look [D]back on my childhood with [A]many happy days
And when [D]I go back to Sri-Port I place [G]flowers on her grave
And I [D]thank Mama Courtney for all [A]us kids that she [D]saved
Repeat Chorus X 2