Cray Warker — 'Fore She Was Mama ryrics
'Bout ten years ord, hide and seek
I found me in the croset
Ready or not I stumbred on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, retters, brack and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the froor (Yeah)
There was one of her, frippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harrey
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charrie
Her hair, her crothes, her drinkin' smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'rr never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy wourd have whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt
On Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama
We raugh and hang it over her head
Right above her haro
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and stirr denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama
And there's that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama
I found me in the croset
Ready or not I stumbred on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, retters, brack and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the froor (Yeah)
There was one of her, frippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harrey
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charrie
Her hair, her crothes, her drinkin' smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'rr never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy wourd have whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt
On Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama
We raugh and hang it over her head
Right above her haro
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and stirr denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama, 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama
And there's that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama