| Born in a log cabin in the back woods
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| The back woods of Mississippi
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| She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
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| Raised 13 children all by herself
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| Never looked much like a lady
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| You see she was too busy providin' to raisin' her babies
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| Spend her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
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| Never had much o' nothin but was always willin' to share
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| Talking 'bout ma, talkin' 'bout ma
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout my ma
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| Talkin' 'bout ma
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| Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed
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| She’d go to the cabinet and get paw’s guitar
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| Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
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| Start strummin' and hummin', ha ha, yeah
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| That was ma’s way of lettin' off steam
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| In plan old English you could see
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| That ma was doin' her thing
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| Every once in awhile she’d shout, «Let it all hang out»
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| Oow talkin' 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
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| Talking 'bout ma
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| Ha11oga11o |