Ronan Keating – Mamas Arms (Ukulele)

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Going back to a tender age,

A
So full of confusion and rage,

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Daddy says, Boys, your Mama's gone.

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There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,

A
Someone says, Time heals the hurt.

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Little man, you got to keep on keepin' on,

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But all you want is Mama's arms.

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You ride back home in a limosine,

A
The saddest car that you've ever seen,

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Your brother can not look you in the eye.

D
Lightning strikes, thunder roars,

A
An early winter in that heart of yours,

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But you swear you won't let them see you cry

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'Cause all you want is Mama's arms.

D
The neighbors come and bring you pies,

A
Endless words and futile sighs,

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And you run up to your room and lock the door.

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And there you are in your Sunday best,

A
The way your Mama would have had you dressed

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And you realize it doesn't matter anymore

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'Cause all you want is Mama's arms.

D
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.

A
The seasons change the young boy grows

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To understand it's all part of some plan.

D
You used to wonder what it's all about.

A
Now those are questions you can do without.

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You laugh them off and do the best you can

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All you want is Mama's arms

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All you want is Mama's arms