(Harlan Howard - Buck Owens)
I go to see my little girl each Sunday afternoon
And how I dread the words I know she`ll say
She`ll ask me when I`m coming home I`ll answer pretty soon
But I know I`m just her mommy for a day.
She`s much too young to realize why mommy can`t come home
And that her daddy wanted things this way
We kiss goodbye and my heart breaks to walk away alone
To have to be her mommy for a day.
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I loved her dad with all my heart they lied and ruined our home
Oh why did he believe the things they say
I pray in time he`ll change his mind and take me back once more
Then I`ll not be her mommy for a day.
She`s much too young to realize why mommy can`t come home
And that her daddy wanted things this way
We kiss goodbye and my heart breaks to walk away alone
To have to be her mommy for a day...