Mama makes a living making rag doll babies And praying once a week at the church for bingos. She says the only blessing she asks of heaven Is a winning number for Wednesday�s lotto. She�s making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And promising the moon a cloudless sky. She�s making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And laughing like a loon who cannot fly. My Mama for each birthday made me rag doll babies That looked just like me and every day she dressed us just alike. She told us �Doll Babies, this life is all caprice. You gotta take what it gives and give what it takes. She�s making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And hasn�t got a clue that I�m alive. She�s making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And finding life�s a tune she�s sung too high. I say, �Mama, I�m not another dolly to set on your shelf, I�m your real live child set on being myself!� Mama tells me, �Baby! This world�s plum crazy And you just never know when your card�s gonna win. See, �I�m making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And promising the moon a cloudless sky, Cause making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes Is just my way of giving you the sky. �I�m making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes And promising the moon a cloudless sky, Cause making rag doll babies and million dollar maybes Is just my way of teaching you to fly.�