'Fore She Was Mama - Clay Walker Music and Lyrics

'Fore She Was Mama - Clay Walker Music and Lyrics

'Fore She Was Mama - Clay Walker Bout ten years old, hide and seek I found me in the closet Ready or 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 nosey 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 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 But that was Mama, �fore she was Mama

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<table border="2" cellpadding="0" style="border: 1px solid black" width="auto" id="table1" height="202" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"><tr><td style="text-align: center;font-size:12;" height="19" ><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href='http://a-lyrics.blogspot.com/search/label/Clay Walker'>'Fore She Was Mama - Clay Walker Music and Lyrics </a> </span></td></tr><tr bordercolor="#C0C0C0"><td><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pei_RsEKRB/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pei_RsEKRB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><BR></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:10;"><strong>'Fore She Was Mama - Clay Walker</strong> <BR>Bout ten years old, hide and seek<br />I found me in the closet<br />Ready or not I stumbled on<br />And opened up that box of<br />Yearbooks, letters, black and whites<br />A hundred, maybe more<br />Next thing I know my brothers and me<br />Got �em scattered on the floor (Yeah)<br /><br />There was one of her, flippin� the bird<br />Sittin� on a Harley<br />And a few with some hairy hippie dude<br />Turns out his name was Charlie<br />Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin� smokin�<br />Had us boys confused<br />I�ll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced<br /><br />To Mama, �fore she was Mama<br />In a string bikini, in Tijuana<br />Won�t admit she smoked marijuana<br />But I saw Mama, �fore she was Mama<br /><br />We put that box right where it was<br />And never said a word<br />But growin� up got hard just tryin�<br />Not to picture her<br />In anything but aprons, dresses<br />Mini-vans and church<br />Oh and Daddy would have whooped our butts<br />For diggin� up that dirt<br /><br />On Mama, �fore she was Mama<br />In a string bikini, in Tijuana<br />She won�t admit she smoked marijuana<br />But I saw Mama, �fore she was Mama<br /><br />We laugh and hang it over her head<br />Right above her halo<br />Her face turns red when we bring up<br />That tie-dyed Winnebago<br />She runs and hides and still denies<br />That hip high rose tattoo<br />She burned that box of forget-me-nots<br />When she found out we knew<br /><br />About Mama, �fore she was Mama<br />In a string bikini, in Tijuana<br />Won�t admit she smoked marijuana<br />But that was Mama, �fore she was Mama<br /><br />And there�s that one down in the Bahamas<br />But that was Mama, �fore she was Mama<br /><BR><a href='http://a-lyrics.blogspot.com/'> <span style="font-size:10;"> Get other lyrics, and HTML code like this. Click here.</span></a></span></td></tr></table>autoplay: On
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