Lyrics

Something Pretty

This Sunday morning,
I called my mom on the phone
I said I’d be there for church soon
And I was comin’ alone

She was wearing those blue beads
Think I made ‘em in the 3rd grade
I still remember my teaching sayin’
To our class that day

Make your mamma something pretty
Make her something fine
Make your momma something pretty
She’ll wear for all time

She put her arm in my arm
And I helped her down the stairs
She don’t get around like she used to
When I was just a kid

It was just another Sunday
I think the kids had a game
My mom was dressed like it was Christmas
And holdin’ the beads I made

Make your mamma something pretty
Make her something fine
Make your momma something pretty,
She’ll wear for all time

Yes, I believe
The days just slip on by
Yes, I believe
I want to hold the hands of time… still

Now my daughter is all grown
And I walked her down the aisle
When she gave birth to my grandson
It sure made my momma smile

One day he needed a gift for his mom
And I knew exactly what to say
I told him this story about my 3rd grade teacher
And what she told the class that day

Make your mamma something pretty
Make her something fine
Make your momma something pretty
She’ll wear for all time

Make your mamma something pretty
Make her something fine
Make your momma something pretty
She’ll wear for all time

Words and Music by Gary Browe
© 2019 Gary Browe, All Rights Reserved
garybrowe.com

MUSICIANS
Gary Browe – Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Donn Deniston – Drums
Beverly Meyer - Harmony Vocal
David Roof - Piano