Mama Courtney

Mama Courtney by Robert Mizzell

I remember as a baby barely one year old
When I first met Mama Courtney with her heart of gold
I didn't know away back then how she'd influence me
And I thank Mama Courtney for the man I grew to be

My mother lost her way in life Mama Courtney took me in
She became my foster Mother and my best friend
She'd drive us kids around the town in a big black ghost mobile
To this day I still remember how good she made us feel

There are many children in this world who suffer hurt and shame
I thank all the Mama Courtney's who took away their pain
God works in mysterious ways I believe this is true
Though she had no children of her own she fostered 32

Blackie was her husband he drove a pick-up truck
He worked at the power station to earn an honest buck
At weekends he go hunting squirrels up in Arkinsaw
And every night when he tucked us in we would call him Pa

Us kids are all now grown up and gone our separate ways
I look back on my childhood with many happy days
And when I go back to Sri-Port I place flowers on her grave
And I thank Mama Courtney for all us kids that she saved

There are many children in this world who suffer hurt and shame
I thank all the Mama Courtney's who took away their pain
God works in mysterious ways I believe this is true
Though she had no children of her own she fostered 32