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