Ma
Rare Earth
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 plain 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