A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp

Stands out in this mem'ry I revive

Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands

To try to feed my mama's hungry eyes



He dreamed of something better and my mama's faith was strong

And us kids were just too 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...

Oh I still recall my mama's hungry eyes