A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labour campStand out in this memory I revived;Cause my daddy raised a family there, with two hard working handsAnd tried to feed my mama's hungry eyes.He dreamed of something better, and my mama's faith was strongAnd us kids were just too young to realizeThat another class of people put us somewhere just below;One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes.Mama never had the luxuries she wantedBut it wasn't cause my daddy didn't try.She only wanted things she really needed;One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes.I remember daddy praying for a better way of lifeBut I don't recall a change of any size;Just a little loss of courage, as their age began to showAnd more sadness in my mama's hungry eyes.Mama never had the luxuries she wantedBut it wasn't cause my daddy didn't try.She only wanted things she really needed;One more reason for my mama's hungry eyes.Oh, I still recall my mama's hungry eyes.
