Mama, don't cry; don't you worry about me.
I'm a little bit scaredy, Mama, but I'm gonna be all right.
I got the letter that you gave me folded in my pocket.
I got a feeling like I need to read it maybe on more time,
An' let it ease my mind:
It's a wide, wide world lookin' out this window,
Thirty-thousand feet above the ground I grew up on.
Just a small town girl out here chasin' rainbows.
Doin' what I can to stand up on my own.
You taught me well, you raised me right,
So Mama, don't cry.
I remember standin' at the end of the driveway,
Lookin' down that highway, wonderin' how far it goes.
An' I could feel your hand restin' on your shoulder.
Hear you saying': 'Baby, don't forget when you're grown,
'That road will always lead you home.'
It's a wide, wide world lookin' out this window,
Thirty-thousand feet above the ground I grew up on.
Just a small town girl out here chasin' rainbows.
Doin' what I can to stand up on my own.
You taught me well, you raised me right,
So Mama, don't cry.
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An' it's a wide, wide world lookin' out this window,
Thirty-thousand feet above the ground I grew up on.
Just a small town girl out here chasin' rainbows.
Doin' what I can to stand up on my own.
You taught me well, you raised me right,
So Mama, don't cry.
