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My Heart’s Your Home
©2001 Corey Parkman

8 years old and cryin’
skinned knees and wounded pride
I kicked my bike in anger
ran to my mama’s side
Thought I was so grown up
Her kiss made me turn red
She bandaged up my cuts
and then she smiled and said

When you need to run
When you need to crawl
When you may stumble
When you take a fall
Darling remember
You’re never alone
My arms stay open
and my heart’s your home

Eighteen, callin’ mama
from up at the city jail
Had a little too much fun
Could she come pay my bail?
Thought I knew everything
Didn’t want a talk from her
But she only frowned,
Hugged me and said these words

When you need to run
When you need to crawl
When you may stumble
When you take a fall
Darling remember
You’re never alone
My arms stay open
and my heart’s your home

Ninety-two and cryin’
Last night on the phone
Said she’s gotten too old
to keep on living alone
Mama’s so independent
said she can’t stand to impose
So I softly repeated
her words from long ago

When you need to run
When you need to crawl
When you may stumble
When you take a fall
Darling remember
You’re never alone
My arms stay open
and my heart’s your home