That whiskey and his wild wreckless
way put my young daddy in an early grave
So many nights my mama cried and
then I'd hear her pray
She'd asked the Lord to send her better
days better days for mama better days
Then sister had to marry at fourteen des
troyed what was left of mama's dreams
She cried but then I heard her say some
times the best she'd go astray
That night she knelt and pray for better
days better days for mama better days
She cried a lot that day that I left home I said
don't worry I know right from wrong
Although I tried my best somehow four
grey walls surround me now
And again my mama prays for better days
better days for mama better days
Mister warden many many thanks to you to
let me come here for the flowers to
Although my tears fall on her grave I
think she's found her rest in place
At last the Lord send mama better days
better days for mama better days
Better days for mama better days