[Verse 1]

Sunday mornings smelled like heaven’s door

Biscuits rising

Eggs would pour

Mama’s apron had stains like tears,

Like trees with a ring for every year

[Chorus]

Oh

I’m missing Mama’s cooking

Every spice

Every bite

Every lookin’

She made the table feel like home

Now I’m here but I’m alone

[Verse 2]

Thanksgiving turkeys

Sweet pecan pies

Gravy rivers

No one asked why

Christmas feasts that filled the air

Mama’s hands worked love so rare

[Prechorus]

Mama passed away in 2000-ten

I’ve not had her food since way back then

But even though her kitchen has gone quiet

I keep memories of her cooking locked in tight

[Chorus]

Oh

I’m missing Mama’s cooking

Every spice

Every bite

Every lookin’

She made the table feel like home

Now I’m here but I’m alone

[Bridge]

Red beans simmered on the stove

Her jambalaya hinting stories untold

She cooked her heart

She fed our souls

Now there’s a hole

Oh, there’s a hole

[Verse3]

The gumbo pot would hum its tune

Her hands would dance all afternoon

Biscuits rising like the moon in June

While Buddy played a guitar tune.

[Prechorus]

Cornbread cooking in the oven

Coming out hot with a golden glow

Red beans simmering sweet and slow

A pot of rice with the burner on low

[Chorus]

Oh yes I’m missing my Mama’s cooking

Oh so true

The love she cooked into every stew

Pie on the windowsill

Meal dreams coming through

Oh how I miss Mama’s cooking

But I keep lookin’

Yes I keep lookin’

Oh I keep lookin’

Yes I keep lookin’

[Instrumental]

(Outro on following page)

[Outro]

Now I sit here all along,

Remembering my childhood home,

Mama’s love poured into every meal,

Pie’s cooling on a windowsill

But there’s a hole,

Oh Yeah there’s a hole

That no one can fill

That no one can fill

But one day in heaven

Mama sure will

Copyright November 16, 2025, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved