Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine
Chewed tobacco
Raised 16 children all by herself

Never looked much like a lady
You see mama ruined her body raising her babies
Spent her evenings sitting in a rocking chair
Never had much a nothing but was always willing to share

Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma, yeah yeah yeah
Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma

Education, nah she didn't have none
Never had a sick day in her life
Stronger than any two good men
Ya better believe it, oh yes she was
Now look a here
When papa died, mama put her love on the shelf
Yes she did
She swore up and down on the good book
She didn't love nobody else
Make sure that we were in church every Sunday
Papa woulda wanted it that way, that she'd always say
Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma, yeah yeah yeah
Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma

Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed
She'd go to the closet and get Pa's guitar
Set herself down in the rocking chair
Start strumming and humming, ha ha, yeah
That was Ma's way of letting off steam
In plain old English you could see
That ma was doing her thing
Every once in awhile she'd shout
Aaaah, let it all hang out

Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma, yeah yeah yeah
Talking bout Ma
Talking bout Ma