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   Sweet mama