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