Mama Hold My Hand

I’ve been in quite a reflective mood...you know the kind that inspires corny status updates and annoying texts. So instead of thinking/reading, I’ve been drowning myself in music. Part of that has come with a few live gigs luckily, one of which was Aloe Blacc. He’s an artist I knew nothing about till recently, but I’ve fallen into deep like with because the brother has so much soul. I’ve been thinking about his track ‘Mama Hold My Hand’. This is in part because while watching the British Open on the BBC, they aired a documentary on Seve Ballesteros (Google is your friend) who was a pretty inspirational golfer; he was always smiling, but died of cancer at the age of 54. He was much younger than my parents. I’ve also had friends and family who have experienced loss recently, and yes, we all go through such things, but once in a while you stop and do the ‘look on the inside’ thing. I am fortunate enough to have a mother that I can say this to (and I did today, though explaining YouTube was absolute torture), but  that's not always the case. Even then, I would definitely love to be this person to someone one day, so here’s to an appreciative week... listen to the song here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9D_h536mU0

Mama Hold My Hand – Aloe Blacc

Cross this road...

When I was just a little boy, Well I would go out to play

And I would wander so far from home, That I would lose my way

And I’d call on my mama to help me, And she’d come right away

To help me get back home where I wanna be, And here’s what I’d say

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think I can cross this road by myself

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think I can cross this road by myself

And when I was a young man, I would go astray

Didn’t want nobody to hold my hand, Wanted to make my own way

And my mama would come out to help me, But I’d push her away

Cause I just wanted to be on my own, And here’s what I’d say

Mama leave my hand, I been waiting to cross this road by myself

Cross this road by myself

Well now that I’m a grown man, And I’ve moved away,

I got a house, a nine to five and my wife, We got a kid on the way,

Mama told me that life’s gonna get rough, Take it day by day,

But every once in a while I get scared, And I wish I could say,

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think I can cross this road by myself

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think I can cross this road by myself

Now my mama is near the end of her years, and her hair is grey

Sometimes I call to ask her if she would like to spend the day

Mama used to be strong but she ain’t now, And she can’t make her way

That’s why I’m always around when she needs help, and here’s what I say

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think you can cross this road by yourself

Mama hold my hand, I don’t think you can cross this road by yourself.