D5                          A5
Well I'm sittin' here drinkin' over mama. 
                                      D5
Well I just can't believe that she is gone. 
                                 G5
But I never did think mama would leave us, 
   D5           A5              D5
to fend for our selves on our own. 
D5                                   A5
 Well now paw, he can't hardly understand it, 
                                   D5
'cause he never did treat our mama wrong. 
                            G5
But I guess that mama never told him 
            D5
she started smokin' crack  
       A5            D5
at the age of sixty one. (let ring) 
 
(Double-time) 
              G5                           D5
And it's been years, since we've seen our mama 
     D5                                     A5
even though I heard some stories about her nights. 
    D5                     G5
And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us, 
     D5               A5                 D5
that mama got killed by her damn crack pipe. 
 
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         D5                             A5
Well I'm gonna have to find paw a good woman, 
                                               D5
cause he's startin' to look just like a bag of bones. 
                                    G5
She's gonna have to clean all those shotguns 
    D5          A5                 D5
and skin those critters we bring home. 
              G5                           D5
And it's been years, since we've seen our mama 
     D5                                     A5
even though I heard some stories about her nights. 
    D5                     G5
And poor LJ, the sheriff, told us, 
     D5               A5                 D5
that mama got killed by her damn crack pipe. 
     D5               A5                 D5
Yeah mama got killed by her damn crack pipe.