Ma

(album: Ma - 1973)

(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 providing and raising her babies
Spends her evenings sitting in a rocking chair
Never had much o' nothing, but was always willing to share

Ma Talking about Ma, yea!
Talking about my momma
Talking 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 Talking about Ma, yea!
Talking about the lady that raised me
Talking 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 rocking chair
Start humming and strumming...
Ha ha, YEA!
Looky here ya'll:
That was Ma's way of letting off steam
In plain old english we could see that Ma was doing her thing
Every once in a while she'd shout: waaAAAA Let It All Hang Out!

Ma Talking about Ma, yea!
Ma Talking about Ma, yea!
Talking about the Lady that raised me
Talking about Ma, yea!

Get up! Get out!
Give it to me...give it to me...
WaaAAAA...!