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[heart_mind_sou1]

My momma did'nt raise me to be stupid and naive
She told me more than once
Not to trust a cowboy who saught to please
To trust my intuition, even if I had weak knees
I should have listened closer, should have take all the heed.
My mom had been there, been taken by a man,
turned out to be my daddy, was a player in a band,
Your not in a band, but you play very well.
A different kind of tune, that leaves hearts broken and in ruin,
My momma always told me, not to trust a man,
He don't have to be a cowboy,
To leave you in the dark.
To instill the hurt inside you,
and make the river from your soul.
My momma always told me,
that there was one out there to be true...
be patient waiting, and he will come find you.
As tears roll down my face,
I wonder if my momma knew,
How he came looking for me,
How he wanted to be true...
Wanted to be there for me, make me feel all new.
I wonder if my momma knew,
That he would disappoint me too...
For the man I been waiting for, is still asleep and unaware
For the man that I fell for, is a man thats unable to be true.