Born in a log cabin in the back woods

The back woods of Mississippi

She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco

Raised 16 children all by herself

Never looked much like a lady

You see mama ruined her body raisin' her babies

Spend her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair

Never had much o nothin but was always willin to share

Talking 'bout ma ,talkin' 'bout ma

Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma

Talkin' 'bout ma

Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed

She'd go to the cabinet and get paw's guitar

Sit herself down in the rockin' chair

Start strummin' and hummin', ha ha, yeah

That was ma's way of lettin' off steam

In plan old English you could see

That ma was doin' her thing

Every once in awhile she'd shout, "Let it all hang out"

Oow talkin' 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma

Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma

Talking 'bout ma