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Momma was an opium smoker |
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She light it with a red-hot poker |
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She would never take a bath |
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We would ask her, she'd just laugh because our momma was an opium smoker |
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She made it with this gentleman, |
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Lincoln They met on a boat, it was sinkin' |
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When she shoulda gone overboard, mom say "No way, oh my Lord only of opium smoking am I thinkin'." |
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Oh, help us, |
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Lord we can't afford her destructive ways |
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You oughta' hear what she says! |
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She would just sit on her fat ass yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass!" |
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She would tell us, "How sad, you won't never know your dad." |
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Oh yeah, my momma was an opium smoker |
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Go, mommy, go |
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Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
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She had the money and the drugs in the mattress |
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I wonder how long she's been at this |
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And I say, "Mom, bang the gong, can't you see it's gone all wrong?" |
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My momma was an opium smoker |
