Ma Songtext
von The Temptations
Ma Songtext
Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised sixteen children all by herself (yes she did)
Never looked much like a lady
You see, she was too busy providing and raisin′ her babies
Spends her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
Never had much of nothin′ but was always willing to share
Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking ′bout Ma
Talkin' ′bout Ma
Education, nah she didn't have none
Never had a sick day in her life
Stronger than any two good men
You better believe it, oh yes she was
Now look it here
When papa died, mama put her love on the shelf
Yes she did
She swore up and down on the good book
She didn′t love nobody else
Made sure that we were in church every Sunday
"Papa woulda wanted it that way," that's what she′d always say
Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking ′bout Ma
Talkin' ′bout Ma
Every once in a while when Ma would get depressed
She'd go to the cabinet and get Pa′s guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start strummin′ and hummin', ha ha, yeah
That was Ma's way of lettin′ off steam
In plain old English you could see
That Ma was doin′ her thing
Every once in a while she'd shout
Let it all hang out
Talking ′bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout Ma
Talkin′ 'bout Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised sixteen children all by herself (yes she did)
Never looked much like a lady
You see, she was too busy providing and raisin′ her babies
Spends her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
Never had much of nothin′ but was always willing to share
Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking ′bout Ma
Talkin' ′bout Ma
Education, nah she didn't have none
Never had a sick day in her life
Stronger than any two good men
You better believe it, oh yes she was
Now look it here
When papa died, mama put her love on the shelf
Yes she did
She swore up and down on the good book
She didn′t love nobody else
Made sure that we were in church every Sunday
"Papa woulda wanted it that way," that's what she′d always say
Talking 'bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking ′bout Ma
Talkin' ′bout Ma
Every once in a while when Ma would get depressed
She'd go to the cabinet and get Pa′s guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start strummin′ and hummin', ha ha, yeah
That was Ma's way of lettin′ off steam
In plain old English you could see
That Ma was doin′ her thing
Every once in a while she'd shout
Let it all hang out
Talking ′bout Ma, talkin' ′bout Ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout Ma
Talkin′ 'bout Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma
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