Rare Earth [Motown Special Rare Earth - 1973] - 01_Ma | Текст песни

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(This is the story about the lady that raised me...)

Get up! Get out!

Well, she was born in a log cabin in the back woods of Blackwood Mississippi
She drank moon shine...chews tobacco...raised thirteen children all by herself

Never looked much like a lady
...you see - she was too busy providin' and raisin' her babies
Spends her evenings sittin' in a rockin' chair
Never had much o' nothin', but was always willin' to share!

Chorus 1
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
...Talkin' about my momma
Talkin' about Ma, yea!

Education? She didn't have none.
Never had a sick day in her life
Strong girl - and any too good man
You better believe it - oh yes she was!

Now looky here:
Pappa died and momma put her love on the shelf - yes she did
She swore up and down on the good book - she would love nobody else
Made sure that we were in church every Sunday - "Pappa would've wanted it that way"
...that's what she'd always say

Chorus 2
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
...Talkin' about the lady that raised me
Talkin' about Ma, yea!

Every once in a while, when Ma would get depressed:
She'd go to the closet and Pa's guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
start hummin' and strummin'...

Ha ha, YEA!

Looky here ya'll:
That was Ma's way of lettin' off steam
In plain old english we could see that Ma was doin' her thing
Every once in a while she'd shout: waaAAAA - Let It All Hang Out!

Chorus 3
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Ma - Talkin' about Ma, yea!
Talkin' about the Lady that raised me
Talkin' about Ma, yea!

Get up! Get out!
Give it to me...give it to me...
WaaAAAA...!