Fore She Was Mama

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
Ill never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, fore she was
Mama In a string bikini, in
Tijuana Wont admit she smoked *********
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 wont admit she smoked *********
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 Wont admit she smoked *********
But that was
Mama, fore she was
Mama And theres that one down in the
Bahamas But that was
Mama, fore she was
Mama