(This is the story about the lady that raised me...)
Get up! Get out!
Well, she was born in a log cabin in the back woods of Blackwood Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco, raised thirteen children all by herself
Never looked much like a lady
You see - she was too busy providin' and raisin' her babies
Spends her evenings sittin' in a rockin' chair
Never had much o' nothin', but was always willin' to share
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Talkin' about my momma
Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Education? 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 looky here:
When pappa died momma put her love on the shelf - yes she did
She swore up and down on the good book - she would love nobody else
Made sure that we were in church every Sunday
"Pappa would've wanted it that way", that's what she'd always say
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Talkin' about the lady that raised me
Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Every once in a while, when Ma would get depressed
She'd go to the closet and Pa's guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start hummin' and strummin'...
Ha ha, YEA!
Looky here ya'll:
That was Ma's way of lettin' off steam
In plain old english we could see that Ma was doin' her thing
Every once in a while she'd shout: waaAAAA - Let It All Hang Out!
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Talkin' about the Lady that raised me
Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Get up! Get out!
Give it to me...give it to me...
WaaAAAA...!
