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Kyle Gass Band
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Mama's Ma
Wanna tell you a story about a woman I know She's got real fancy jewelry, faux fur on her clothes She drives a red PT Cruiser with flames on the side She goes out for the evening but her curfew is nine
When you're looking for love she's the first place to go When I need someone to listen she's waiting by her flip phone She got curlers in her hair and she always takes my calls An unconditional love she's my Mama's Ma
Wanna tell you a story from 1921 Pre-Great Depression, post-World War I She crossed the Atlantic on a half rotten log and she made it to Ellis in the thick New York fog
When you're looking for love she's the first place to go When I need someone to listen or I need a place to go Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She got curlers in her hair and she always took my calls An unconditional love she's my Mama's Mama's Ma
Gonna tell you a story from days long ago The girl could churn butter and knew how to use a hoe She bore fifteen children in case some of them died Lost her to dysentery at the old age of thirty-five
When you're looking for love she was the first place to go When I need someone to listen or a place to call my home She got curlers in her hair and she always took my calls An unconditional love she's my Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Mama's Ma Mama's Mama's Mama's Ma
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