Ya just workin with the scraps you was given/And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin

Cause when I was low you was there for me/And never left me alone because you cared for me/And I could see you comin home after work late/You're in the kitchen…

And all my childhood memories/Are full of all the sweet things you did for me/And even though I act craaazy/I gotta thank the Lord that you made me

I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks/It feels good puttin money in your mailbox

I'd like to thank the Jaycees for electing me as one of their outstanding young men. When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic bo…

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

I don't know that I believe in the supernatural, but I do believe in miracles, and our time together was filled with the events of magical unlikelihood. I also…