My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras...
Oh me,... I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out,
I was waitin' for my Omie to take me outta this south
It was me and my sisters... like to wore that front porch out
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And there can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie
We're both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow
If there's a better ace in the deck,
Well,... baby, come on and show me...
If you ain't got a hand then get on your wheel and roll,
'cuz there could never be a better hand than these hearts I hold
Me and my Omie... we settled down here in Houston
Oh, and one by one, we moved my sisters west
We bought a house in the suburbs and we've got four fine children
We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less
We are black middle class because Omie wouldn't settle for less
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My children are the first thing in my mornin'...
My Omie is the last thing in my night
Oh, in between I dream about that porch back home
And I bless my daddy for the love within that house
But,... I thank my Omie for takin' me outta the south
... look at these hearts I hold... oh, look at these hearts I hold
... look at these hearts I hold... there ain't no place like home
Look at these hearts we hold... look at those hearts you hold
Hey!... my Omie's got a heart of gold... look at these hearts we hold
... take a look at those hearts you hold... !
