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, 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