Clay Walker - For she was momma

'B^Dout ten years old, hide and seek I ^Gfound me in the ^Dcloset R^Deady or not I stumbled on And ^Gopened up that box ^Dof Y^Gearbooks, letters, ^Dblack and whites ^GA hundred, maybe ^Dmore Next ^Gthing I know my b^Drothers and me Got 'em ^Gscattered on the ^Dfloor (Yeah)

^DThere was one of her, flippin' the bird ^GSittin' on a ^DHarley ^DAnd a few with some hairy hippie dude ^GTurns out his name was ^DCharlie ^DHer hair, her clothes, her ^Gdrinkin' ^Dsmokin' ^GHad us boys con^Dfused ^GI'll never forget the ^Dday us nosey k^Gids got intro^Dduced

To ^GMama, 'fore she was ^DMama In a string b^Aikini, in Tij^Duana Won't ad^Gmit she smoked marij^Duana But I saw ^GMama, 'fore she was ^DMama

We ^Dput that box right where it was And n^Gever said a ^Dword But ^Ggrowin' up got h^Dard just tryin' ^GNot to picture ^Dher In an^Dything but aprons, dresses ^GMini-vans and ^Dchurch Oh and ^GDaddy would have w^Dhooped our butts For ^Gdiggin' up that ^Ddirt

On ^GMama, 'fore she was ^DMama In a string ^Abikini, in Tij^Duana She won't a^Gdmit she smoked marij^Duana But I saw ^GMama, 'fore she was ^DMama

We l^Daugh and hang it over her head R^Gight above her ^Dhalo Her ^Gface turns red when w^De bring up That t^Gie-dyed Winne^Dbago She r^Duns and hides and still denies That ^Ghip high rose tat^Dtoo She ^Gburned that box of fo^Drget-me-nots When ^Gshe found out we k^Dnew

About M^Gama, 'fore she was M^Dama In a string ^Abikini, in Tij^Duana Won't a^Gdmit she smoked mari^Djuana But that was ^GMama, 'fore she was ^DMama

And there's that ^Gone down in the Ba^Dhamas But that was ^GMama, 'fore she was M^Dama