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Fore She Was Mama

๐Ÿ‘ค Clay Walker โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Fall โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:40
๐ŸŽต 1466 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:40 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 5391

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

'Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready, not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the floor, yeah

There was one of her, flippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin', smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'll never forget the day
Us nosy kids got introduced

To mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was mama

We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
Oh, but growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and daddy would have whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt

On mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was mama

We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew

About mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But that was mama 'fore she was mama

And there's that one down in the Bahamas
Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was mama
Yeah, caught red handed

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:10.50] 'Bout ten years old, hide and seek
[00:13.86] I found me in the closet
[00:16.79] Ready, not I stumbled on
[00:19.08] And opened up that box of
[00:22.50] Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
[00:25.05] A hundred, maybe more
[00:27.90] Next thing I know my brothers and me
[00:30.52] Got 'em scattered on the floor, yeah
[00:37.60] There was one of her, flippin' the bird
[00:40.92] Sittin' on a Harley
[00:43.23] And a few with some hairy hippie dude
[00:46.10] Turns out his name was Charlie
[00:48.94] Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin', smokin'
[00:52.35] Had us boys confused
[00:54.60] I'll never forget the day
[00:56.72] Us nosy kids got introduced
[01:00.33] To mama 'fore she was mama
[01:05.35] In a string bikini in Tijuana
[01:11.23] Won't admit she smoked marijuana
[01:16.47] But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
[01:25.50] We put that box right where it was
[01:28.40] And never said a word
[01:31.16] Oh, but growin' up got hard just tryin'
[01:34.58] Not to picture her
[01:37.09] In anything but aprons, dresses
[01:40.16] Mini-vans and church
[01:42.45] Oh and daddy would have whooped our butts
[01:45.34] For diggin' up that dirt
[01:47.95] On mama 'fore she was mama
[01:52.94] In a string bikini in Tijuana
[01:59.08] She won't admit she smoked marijuana
[02:04.34] But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
[02:10.70]
[02:22.11] We laugh and hang it over her head
[02:25.48] Right above her halo
[02:28.02] Her face turns red when we bring up
[02:30.62] That tie-dyed Winnebago
[02:33.54] She runs and hides and still denies
[02:36.36] That hip high rose tattoo
[02:39.27] She burned that box of forget-me-nots
[02:42.09] When she found out we knew
[02:44.69] About mama 'fore she was mama
[02:49.83] In a string bikini in Tijuana
[02:55.53] Won't admit she smoked marijuana
[03:01.28] But that was mama 'fore she was mama
[03:06.99] And there's that one down in the Bahamas
[03:12.31] Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was mama
[03:19.41] Yeah, caught red handed
[03:23.56]

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