DESCRIPTION:
Singer/songwriter/bassist Ritt Henn serves up a solo rendition of a tune he co-wrote with Mary Liz McNamara.

filmed by Steve Bustamante

"Trip Momma"
words & music ©2009 Mary Liz McNamara & Ritt Henn

You walk me to the door
Like a thousand times before
I know what’s comin’, Momma, nine times out of ten
You tell me my shoelaces are untied again

Well, sometimes I’m gonna trip, Momma
Sometimes I’m gonna fall
There’s nothin’ you can do about it
Nothin’ at all
But don’t you worry, don’t you fret
You raised me to stand tall
It’s just, sometimes I’m gonna trip, Momma
Sometimes I’m gonna fall

You sat me next to you
To teach me what to do
I learned to tie my laces, so proud I got it right
You added double-knots, to keep my shoes on tight

Still, sometimes I’d trip, Momma
Sometimes I’d fall
Not much you could do about it
Not much at all
You told me, “Honey, get back up”
Made sure I stood up tall
Each time I’d trip, Momma
Each time I’d fall

A mother’s worryin’ is never done
Goes on through the night & gets her up before the sun
Each day, she hopes for the best
She does all she can
And prays for the rest

So much is hard to say
So words get tucked away
“Tie up those laces!” means I love you
And “Get off my case!!” means Momma, I love you too

Sure, sometimes I’m gonna trip, Momma
Sometimes I’m gonna fall
There’s nothin’ you can do about it
Nothin’ at all
So don’t you worry, don’t you fret
You raised me to stand tall
It’s just, sometimes I’m gonna trip, Momma
Sometimes I’m gonna fall

Yeah, sometimes I’m gonna trip, Momma
Sometimes I’m gonna fall

It’s been quite the trip, Momma