paroles de chanson I'm Livin' in Shame (Juke Box Single (Stereo)) - Diana Ross , The Supremes

Ooh (Ooh)
Ooh-oh-oh
Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn't know
She wore a sloppy dress
Oh, no matter how she tried
She always looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate
Never used a fork or a dinner plate
I was always so afraid for my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her
In a college town
Away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
I'm livin' in shame
Momma, I miss you, oh
I'm may or not to blame
Momma, I miss you, oh
Came the telegram
Momma passed away while making homemade jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best
Aah, cookin', cleanin'
Always in the same old dress
Workin' hard down on her knees
Always tryna please
Momma, momma
Momma, can you hear me?
Momma, momma
Momma, can you hear me?
I'm livin' in shame
Momma, I miss you, oh
I know you've done your best
Momma I miss you, oh
Won't you forgive me, momma
For all the wrong I've done?
I know you've done your best
Ooh, I know you've done the very best you could
But I never understood
Workin' hard down on your knees
Momma, you were always, always