Well I'm sittin' here drinkin' over mama
Hell I just can't believe that she is gone
Well I never did think mama would leave us
To fend for ourselves on our own

Now Paw, he can't hardly understand it
Because he never did treat our mama wrong
But I guess mama never told him
She started gettin drunk
At the age of sixty one

And it's been years
Since we've seen our mama
Even though I heard
Some stories about her nights
And Old LJ, the sheriff, told us
That mama got killed by her damn crack pipe

Hell I'm gonna have to
Find Paw a good woman
Cause he's startin' to look
Just like a bag of bones
And she's gonna have to
Clean all our shotguns
And skin those critters we bring home
And it's been years
Since we've seen our mama
Even though I heard some
Stories about her nights
And Old LJ, the sheriff, told us
That mama got killed by her damn crack pipe
My mama got killed by her damn crack pipe