Ma

Born in a log cabin in the back woods
 The back woods of Mississippi
 She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
 Raised 13 children all by herself
 Never looked much like a lady
 You see she was too busy providin' to 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 my ma
 Talkin' '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