I got a call to say my mamma was dying   I got a call to say my mamma was dying   I caught the first train home my head was frying      When I got there folks had gathered around   When I got there folks had gathered around   Her eyes were set and her face was full of frowns      She wasn't dead but she was slowly dying   She wasn't dead but she was slowly dying   I think of her can't stop myself from crying      I followed mamma to the burying ground   I followed mamma to the burying ground   I watched them put her in the fucking ground      That was the last time I saw my mammas face    That was the last time I saw my mammas face    That was the last time I saw my mammas face       I wish that I could take her fucking place    I wish that I could take her fucking place    I wish that I could take her fucking place