A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labour camp Stand out in this memory I revived; Cause my daddy raised a family there, with two hard working hands And tried to feed my mama´s hungry eyes.
He dreamed of something better, and my mama´s faith was strong And us kids were just to young to realize That another class of people put us somewhere just below; One more reason for my mama´s hungry eyes.
Mama never had the luxuries she wanted But 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 life But I don´t recall a change of any size; Just a little loss of courage, as their age began to show And more sadness in my mama´s hungry eyes.
Mama never had the luxuries she wanted But 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.