The Allman Brothers Band - Sweet Mama lyrics

Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Just let me tell you 'bout some
Truth in life I've found
Sweet mama, lord set yourself right down
Lord, pride, it ain't worth a US dime
Lord no
Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time
And it's misery to be so jealous all the time

Sweet mama, lord, be kind to your mind
Sweet mama, lay your burden down
Oh sweet mama, lord lay them trophies down
You know it ain't no good to be
Givin' me that same old run-around
Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down
Sweet mama, lord, you're so feelin' fine
And I know that you think this is just a line
But I only put these words
Into this little song
To try, lord, and help us get along