Rare Earth - Ma lyrics

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 Ha11oga11o