歌曲 | 'Fore She Was Mama |
歌手 | Clay Walker |
专辑 | Fall |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Breathard, O'Donnell | |
'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 |
zuo ci : Breathard, O' Donnell | |
' 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 | |
Minivans 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 tiedyed | |
Winnebago | |
She runs and hides and still denies | |
That hip high rose tattoo | |
She burned that box of forgetmenots | |
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 |
zuò cí : Breathard, O' Donnell | |
' 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 | |
Minivans 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 tiedyed | |
Winnebago | |
She runs and hides and still denies | |
That hip high rose tattoo | |
She burned that box of forgetmenots | |
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 |