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I may have been the first one outta the womb The day we were born
I may have grown taller and stronger
But you may think that’s unimportant
Even though I was the better hunter
You were the one who got blessed
Well, I may have been father’s fair-haired boy But Mom always liked you best
I may have sold you my birthright
Cause I was a hungry guy
And the smell of your red stew made me crazy Enough to pay your price
You totally fooled me with your trick
And I did not protest
Well, Father might have liked the meat I brought But Mom always liked you best.
I admit I was not around much
And Mom may have thought it a shame
But she always called you her sweet Jacob
And had trouble rememb’ring my name. (It’s Esau, Mom!!!)
So when it came time for Pop to give My inheritance to me.
Mom sent you into his room instead Cuz she knew he couldn’t see.
She made you feel and smell like me
And you stole my bequest
And by the time I got there It was too late Cuz Mom always liked you best
There goes my future
Mom always liked you best
She said G-d made her do it
Mom always liked you best.

Words & Music by Jan Seides
© 2019 Artsong Music (BMI)


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