C  F G  C F G

[Verse 1]
C                                 Dm                G
Dads are good for teaching how to pitch and throw a curveball
    C                G                 F
And backin' Jon boat trailers down the drive
C
  Build a treehouse in the backyard
       Dm                     G
With a Black and Decker skill saw
   C                                      F    G
Or fly that front porch home team flag up high
G     Dm7                                       F
Yeah, there's some things that they can do just right
        Dm7                         G
But I'm sittin' here missin' mama tonight

[Chorus]
F                     G                   C
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
    F               G                       C
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
            Am                           G
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
    F              Dm
And maybe a little more
          F                 G         C   F G
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Verse 2]
C                                 Dm           G
Sneakin' out and raisin' too much hell at seventeen
       C                      F              G
Whеn I got back home, she was waitin' on the porch
C                           G
  Wasn't pissеd off, didn't cuss me,
         Dm           G
She just held out her hand
           Dm7                           F
And said, "Give me back the keys to my Accord
          Dm7                              G
And don't disappoint your mom like this no more"

[Chorus]
F                     G                   C
She's got a marked-up King James heart of gold
    F               G                       C
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
            Am                           G
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
    F              Dm
And maybe a little more
          F                 G         C
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for

[Solo]
| F G | C | F G | C |

[Bridge]
                Dm                    C
Yeah, she was a girl scout, she was a prom queen
         F                  C
She rode shotgun in cut off blue jeans
            Dm7              C
She went to college 'til she dropped out
        F                   G
Settled down in a not-got-a-lot town
                      Am                    G
When life brought her rain, she got good at prayin'
          F                  C               Dm
Bought me this old pawn shop guitar that I'm playin' on
      F              G
Yeah, thank you, mom

[Chorus]
        F               G                   C
But you got a marked-up King James heart of gold
    F               G                       C
Got too much on her plate but never lets it show
            Am                           G
She put her blood, sweat, and tears into raisin' me
    F              Dm
And maybe a little more
          F                 G         C
Thank the Lord, that's what mamas are for
              F                 G         C
Aw, thank You Lord, that's what mamas are for