Dancin' Mom

Bob Fisher
5/7/04

IT WAS THE KIND OF LOVE YOU JUST DON'T GET TO SEE

TAKING CARE OF A HOUSE TWO YOUNGER BROTHERS AND ME

IT WAS A LITTLE HOUSE, BUT SHE DIDN'T GET MUCH HELP

'CAUSE EVERY TIME I SAW HER WORKING SHE WAS ALWAYS BY HERSELF

IT HAS BEEN SO LONG AGO I CAN'T REMEMBER THE SOUND OF HER VOICE

'CAUSE I LEFT PENNA IN 1965 AND IT WASN'T ALL BY CHOICE

I GAVE HER A LOT OF GRIEF WHEN I WAS GROWING UP

FROM TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE AND LOTS OF OTHER STUFF

SHE DIDN'T GO MANY PLACES; SHE WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR US

SHE FINALLY GOT HER DRIVERS LICENSE BUT SHE ALWAYS TOOK THE BUS

I WENT TO CALIFORNIA WHEN I WAS 17

DIDN'T SEE THEM MUCH AFTER THAT; SEEMS LIKE 40 YEARS OF DREAMS

IN THIS BOOK I'M READING, A MOTHER DANCES WITH HER SON

BACK THEN I NEVER DID THAT BECAUSE MY COUSINS WOULD MAKE FUN

BUT ALL WANT TO SAY IF TODAY I HAD THAT CHANCE

I WOULD WALK RIGHT TO HER TABLE AND SAY, "MOM MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE"

AND SHE WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME JUST BECASE I ASKED

SHE WOULD DANCE ALL AROUND LIKE HER SLIPPERS WERE MADE OF GLASS

SO DO YOURSELF A FAVOR IF YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE

RESPECT YOUR MOM, TELL HER YOU LOVE HER AND MAKE SURE YOU GET THAT DANCE

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