DESCRIPTION:
The Singer/Mother Blues

I'm a singer and a mother, lord knows I'm split in two
I'm a singer and a mother, lord knows I'm split in two
You say the choice is black and white, but all I see are shades of blue

I've got a sweet little baby crying while I write down this song
I've got the sweetest little baby crying while I'm writing this song
I kind of secretly hope he'll be asleep before too long

I'm not complaining
Naw, I ain't complaining
Just some days I can't see no sun for all the troubles rainin'

I've got the baby in one arm -- the other one does everything else
The baby's in one arm -- the other one does everything else
That's two arms for the world, and nothin' left over for myself

Well everybody tells me, enjoy it 'cause they grow up so fast
Everybody's telling me, enjoy it 'cause they grow up so fast
So maybe they can pay my bills then...And keep my dang career on track

I'm not complaining
Naw, I ain't complaining
Just some days I can't see no sun for all the troubles rainin'

(Instrumental solo)

I'm going down to the station, down to sing my blues away
I'm going down to the station, that's where I'll sing my blues away
'cause I'm a singer and a mother, and that's all I've got today