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(Fred Mathhews - Alan Miles - Benny Mardones) Tar, paper, shanty on an old dirt road Seein' my mother workin' made my blood run cold People makin' fun, made me wonder and doubt Why the Lord chose our family to have to go without I'd shout out in anger, a child stricken with fears When my ma couldn't stand it more she'd, dry, away my tears I look back a women, and it's fresh in my mind A girl leavin' home tryin' to find The answer to a question that I ask every day How can Mama cry so softly and still look up and say The Lord never makes a burden too heavy to carry Never puts a challenge where it can't be won Some people have to try just a little bit harder Before their life's work is done My strength built of rock from what I thought was sand Mother was rewarded 'cause she earned that, promised land See my reflection eyes of my little song He spoke words that told me my life's work was done When he said Lord never makes a burden too heavy too carry And he never puts a challenge where it can't be won I said, now, some people have to try just a little bit harder Before their life's work is done I said, the good Lord never makes a burden too heavy to carry He ain't gonna put a challenge where it can't be won... From Letras Mania