| Well I’m sittin' here drinkin' over mama
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| Well I just can’t believe that she is gone
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| But I never did think mama would leave us
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| To fend for ourselves on our own
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| Well now paw, he can’t hardly understand it
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| 'cause he never did treat our mama wrong
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| But I guess that mama never told him
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| She started smokin' crack
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| At the age of sixty one
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| And it’s been years, since we’ve seen our mama
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| Even though I heard some stories about her nights
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| And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us
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| That mama got killed by her damn crack pipe
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| Well I’m gonna have to find paw a good woman
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| Cause he’s startin' to look just like a bag of bones
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| She’s gonna have to clean all those shotguns
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| And skin those critters we bring home
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| And it’s been years, since we’ve seen our mama
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| Even though I heard some stories about her nights
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| And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us
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| That mama got killed by her damn crack pipe
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| Yeah mama got killed by her damn crack pipe |