Mama's Ma - Kyle Gass Band

Wanna tell you a story about a woman I know

She got real fancy jewelry, faux fur on her clothes

She drives a red PT Cruiser with flames on the side

She goes out for the evening but her curfew is nine

When you’re looking for love

She’s the first place to go

When I need someone to listen

She’s waiting by her flip phone

She got curlers in her hair

And she always takes my calls

An unconditional love

She’s my Mama’s Ma

Wanna tell you a story from 1921

Pre-Great Depression, post-World War I

She crossed the Atlantic on a half-rotten log

And she made it to Ellis throught the thick New York fog

When you’re looking for love

She’s the first place to go

When I need someone to listen

Or I need a place to go

She got curlers in her hair

And she always took my calls

An unconditional love

She’s my Mama’s Mama’s Ma

Gonna tell you a story from days long ago

The girl could churn butter and knew how to use a hoe

She bore fifteen children in case some of them died

Lost her to dysentery at the old age of thirty-five

When you’re looking for love

She was the first place to go

When I need someone to listen

Or a place to call my home

She got curlers in her hair

And she always took my calls

An unconditional love

She’s my Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s Mama’s

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