Cross this road

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 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´s 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 nine to five and 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 gray
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