A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp Stand out in this memory I revived. Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard workin hands And tried to feed my mama’s hungry eye’s. He dreamed of something better and my mama’s faith was strong And us kids were just to 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 eye’s. I remember daddy prayin 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. Sing Chorus