Mama's Been Smokin'
Daddy chased momma to the old tool shed
With a chicken snake in his hand
When they come back out, he's a haulin' ass
Just as fast as he can
Momma was swingin' her fan belt
For all her five feet two could do
And I heard daddy yell as he ran down the trail
Hey woman, what's the matter with you
Momma been smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
Yeah, we had our fair share of hard times
Down at the end of the trail
We raised maters and taters and black-eyed peas
And sometimes a little bit of hell
But now daddy started growin' that Mary Jane
And we're happy as we can be
All the profits are high for free enterprise
And the money grows on trees
Momma still smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
All went well for a few years
Everybody had a ball
Right up to that fateful day
When the sheriff came to call
They hauled daddy off to Navasota
We called it workin' for the state
Now momma rolls a fatty on the front porch
And writes him letters every day
Momma still smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin', smokin', smokin' that stuff again
With a chicken snake in his hand
When they come back out, he's a haulin' ass
Just as fast as he can
Momma was swingin' her fan belt
For all her five feet two could do
And I heard daddy yell as he ran down the trail
Hey woman, what's the matter with you
Momma been smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
Yeah, we had our fair share of hard times
Down at the end of the trail
We raised maters and taters and black-eyed peas
And sometimes a little bit of hell
But now daddy started growin' that Mary Jane
And we're happy as we can be
All the profits are high for free enterprise
And the money grows on trees
Momma still smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin' that stuff again
All went well for a few years
Everybody had a ball
Right up to that fateful day
When the sheriff came to call
They hauled daddy off to Navasota
We called it workin' for the state
Now momma rolls a fatty on the front porch
And writes him letters every day
Momma still smokin' that stuff again
But don't you blame momma till you been where she's been
She heard that shit was real good medicine
I ain't just jokin', momma's been tokin'
Smokin', smokin', smokin' that stuff again
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Writer(s): Mark Hagood
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