| Well, I never knew my daddy |
| But everybody says my brother looks like him |
| And my brother, he? s in prison |
| And I doubt he? ll be gettin? out again |
| But I watch it from the cradle |
| Though mama tried to hide the truth from me |
| She did all that she was able |
| And Lord, I guess the rest is history |
| But we all know nobody? s perfect |
| And mama prayed I? d turn out differently |
| And she tried to raise me better |
| ?Cause I was the baby of the family |
| Oh well, I know she? d never say it |
| But we all make mistakes and that? s a fact |
| And I know I? m not the first but I guess |
| I was Mama? s last |
| Mama had to work the factory |
| She had too much pride to take a helpin? hand |
| But she read the Bible |
| So I got no excuse for what I am |
| When they? d pass the plate on Sunday |
| I know it? d break her heart if she knew now |
| While she was puttin? in her quarters |
| I was reaching in and taking dollars out |
| But we all know nobody? s perfect |
| And mama prayed I? d turn out differently |
| And she tried to raise me better |
| ?Cause I was the baby of the family |
| Oh well, I know she? d never say it |
| But we all make mistakes and that? s a fact |
| And I know I? m not the first but I guess |
| I was Mama? s last |
| But we all know nobody? s perfect |
| And mama prayed I? d turn out differently |
| And she tried to raise me better |
| ?Cause I was the baby of the family |
| Oh well, I know she? d never say it |
| But we all make mistakes and that? s a fact |
| And I know I? m not the first but I guess |
| I was Mama? s last |
| No, I? m not the first mistake that she ever made |
| But I was mama? s last |