When I was just a little boy,
Well I would go out to play,
And I would wander so far from home,
That I would lose my way,
And I'd call my momma to help me,
And she'd come right away,
To help me get back home where I wanna be,
And here's what I say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
And when I was a young man,
I would go astray,
Didn't want nobody here to hold my hand,
Wanted to make my own way,
And my momma would come out to help me,
But I push her away,
'Cause I just wanted to be on my own,
And here what I say...
Momma leave my hand,
I been waiting to cross this road by myself,
Cross this road by myself,
Well now that I'm a grown man,
And I moved away,
I got a house,
A 9-5 & my wife,
We got a kid on the way,
Momma told me that life's gonna get rough,
Take it day by day,
But every once in a while I get scared,
And I wish I could say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Now my momma is near the end of her years,
And her hair is grey,
Sometimes I call her,
To ask her if she would like to spend the day,
Momma used to be strong, but she ain't now,
And she can't make her way,
That's why I'm always around when she needs help,
And here's what I say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think you can cross this road by yourself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think you can cross this road by yourself.
Well I would go out to play,
And I would wander so far from home,
That I would lose my way,
And I'd call my momma to help me,
And she'd come right away,
To help me get back home where I wanna be,
And here's what I say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
And when I was a young man,
I would go astray,
Didn't want nobody here to hold my hand,
Wanted to make my own way,
And my momma would come out to help me,
But I push her away,
'Cause I just wanted to be on my own,
And here what I say...
Momma leave my hand,
I been waiting to cross this road by myself,
Cross this road by myself,
Well now that I'm a grown man,
And I moved away,
I got a house,
A 9-5 & my wife,
We got a kid on the way,
Momma told me that life's gonna get rough,
Take it day by day,
But every once in a while I get scared,
And I wish I could say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think I can cross this road by myself,
Now my momma is near the end of her years,
And her hair is grey,
Sometimes I call her,
To ask her if she would like to spend the day,
Momma used to be strong, but she ain't now,
And she can't make her way,
That's why I'm always around when she needs help,
And here's what I say...
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think you can cross this road by yourself,
Momma hold my hand,
I don't think you can cross this road by yourself.