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HANK3 DRINKIN OVER MAMA TABBED BY COUNTRYFRIED EVIL Well I'm [C] sittin' here drinkin' over [F] momma. Well I just can't believe that she is [C] gone. But I never did think momma would [F] leave us, to [C] fend for our[F]selves on our [C] own. [C] Well now paw, he can't hardly under[F]stand it, 'cause he never did treat our momma [C] wrong. But I guess that momma never [F] told him she started [C] smokin' crack at the [F] age of sixty [C] one. (let ring) (Double-time) And it's been [F] years, since we've seen our [C] momma even [C] though I heard some stories about her [F] nights. And [C] poor LJ, the sheriff, [F] told us, that [C] momma got killed [F] by her damn crack [C] pipe. (Instrumental break) [F] [C] [C] [F] [C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] Well I'm [C] gonna have to find paw a good [F] woman, cause he's startin' to look just like a bag of [C] bones. She's gonna have to clean all those [F] shotguns and [C] skin those [F] critters we bring [C] home. And it's been [F] years, since we've seen our [C] momma even [C] though I heard some stories about her [F] nights. And [C] poor LJ, the sheriff, [F] told us, that [C] momma got killed [F] by her damn crack [C] pipe. Yeah [C] momma got killed [F] by her damn crack [C] pipe.