Ma

Born in a log cabin in the back woods

The back woods of Mississippi

She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco

Raised sixteen children all by herself (yes she did)

Never looked much like a lady

You see, she was too busy providing and raisin' her babies

Spends her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair

Never had much of nothin' but was always willing to share

Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' 'bout Ma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talking 'bout Ma

Talkin' 'bout Ma

Education, nah she didn't have none

Never had a sick day in her life

Stronger than any two good men

You better believe it, oh yes she was

Now look it here

When papa died, mama put her love on the shelf

Yes she did

She swore up and down on the good book

She didn't love nobody else

Made sure that we were in church every Sunday

"Papa woulda wanted it that way," that's what she'd always say

Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' 'bout Ma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talking 'bout Ma

Talkin' 'bout Ma

Every once in a while when Ma would get depressed

She'd go to the cabinet and get Pa'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 plain old English you could see

That Ma was doin' her thing

Every once in a while she'd shout

Let it all hang out

Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' 'bout Ma

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talking 'bout Ma

Talkin' 'bout Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma