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I found me in the closet&#13;
Ready or not I stumbled on&#13;
And opened up that box of&#13;
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites&#13;
A hundred, maybe more&#13;
Next thing I know my brothers and me&#13;
Got 'em scattered on the floor (Yeah)&#13;
&#13;
There was one of her, flippin' the bird&#13;
Sittin' on a Harley&#13;
And a few with some hairy hippie dude&#13;
Turns out his name was Charlie&#13;
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin' smokin'&#13;
Had us boys confused&#13;
I'll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced&#13;
&#13;
To Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
In a string bikini, in Tijuana&#13;
Won't admit she smoked marijuana&#13;
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
&#13;
We put that box right where it was&#13;
And never said a word&#13;
But growin' up got hard just tryin'&#13;
Not to picture her&#13;
In anything but aprons, dresses&#13;
Mini-vans and church&#13;
Oh and Daddy would have whooped our butts&#13;
For diggin' up that dirt&#13;
&#13;
On Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
In a string bikini, in Tijuana&#13;
She won't admit she smoked marijuana&#13;
But I saw Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
&#13;
We laugh and hang it over her head&#13;
Right above her halo&#13;
Her face turns red when we bring up&#13;
That tie-dyed Winnebago&#13;
She runs and hides and still denies&#13;
That hip high rose tattoo&#13;
She burned that box of forget-me-nots&#13;
When she found out we knew&#13;
&#13;
About Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
In a string bikini, in Tijuana&#13;
Won't admit she smoked marijuana&#13;
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
&#13;
And there's that one down in the Bahamas&#13;
But that was Mama, 'fore she was Mama&#13;
&#13;
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