|
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 |