Ma
Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised 16 children all by herself
Never looked much like a lady
You see mama ruined her body raisin' her babies
Spend her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
Never had much o nothin but was always willin to share
Talking 'bout ma, talkin' 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
Talkin' 'bout ma
Education she didn't have none
Never had a sick day in her life
She was good than other men
Y'all better believe it, oh, yes she was
Now look here
When papa died, she put her love on the shelf
Yes, she did
She scroll up and down on the goodbook
She didn't allow nobody else
Make sure we were in church every Sunday
Papa want it that way, that she always say
Talking 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
Talking 'bout ma
Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed
She'd go to the cabinet and get paw's guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start strummin' and hummin', ha ha, yeah
That was ma's way of lettin' off steam
In plan old English you could see
That ma was doin' her thing
Every once in awhile she'd shout, "Let it all hang out"
Oow talkin' 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
Talking 'bout ma