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Clay Walker
Miscellaneous
'Fore She Was Mama
âBout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got âem scattered on the floor (Yeah)
There was one of her, flippinâ the bird
Sittinâ on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkinâ smokinâ
Had us boys confused
Iâll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, âfore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Wonât admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, âfore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growinâ up got hard just tryinâ
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy would have whooped our butts
For digginâ up that dirt
On Mama, âfore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
She wonât admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, âfore she was Mama
We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama, âfore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Wonât admit she smoked marijuana
But that was Mama, âfore she was Mama
And thereâs that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama, âfore she was Mama
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