Clay Walker – 'fore She Was Mama lyrics

Bout 10 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

There was one of her flippin’ a bird
Sittin’ on a Harley
He was 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 nosy 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
Oh, growing up got hard
Just trying not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses, minivans and church
Oh and Daddy would’ve whooped our butts
For digging 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 tye-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

Bout Mama, fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won’t admit she
Smoked marijuana
That was Mama,
Fore she was Mama

And there’s that one down
In the Bahamas
But that was Mama
Fore she was Mama