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