Country Mama

She’s up at dawn with the rooster’s crow,

Hands in the dirt, making gardens grow.

Her apron’s worn, her hair’s in a braid,

Country mama, that’s how she’s made.

Biscuits rising in the oven’s glow,

Kids are laughing as the sweet tea flows.

With a heart so big, she loves us all,

Country mama answers every call.

Oh, country mama, with your tender hands,

You build a life on this promised land.

Through storms and sun, you always stay,

Country mama, you show the way.

Her Bible’s open by the rocking chair,

She prays for us with a whispered care.

Through every trial, she stands so strong,

Country mama, where we all belong.

Evening falls, and she hums a tune,

Underneath the bright southern moon.

The fireflies dance, the crickets sing,

Country mama’s love is everything.

She’s the roots that hold the family tree,

The quiet strength that sets us free.

Through every season, her love shines true,

Country mama, we owe it all to you.