Happy Mother's Day

I shore wish MY Momma was still alive. She was a pure delight just to be around and I never heard her utter even an ugly thought. I know she did the best she could raisin' me up; with what she had to work with. This song is for MY Momma on Mother's Day. enjoy ...

Mama made us listen to Pink Floyd and Floyd Cramer
We had three square meals of mushrooms and cornbread
Mama's kitchen smelled a lot like incense and cathead biscuits
We'd watch Porter and Dolly then throw on the Grateful Dead

Born and raised on acid country
Eating turnip greens and a handful of nembutal
Daddy couldn't take it he had to go
You can't play Hendrix on a banjo
Mama Walked The Floor and laid another brick in The Wall

Our heroes were Roy Acuff and Abbie Hoffman
And we grew up outside of Woodstock, Tennessee
Listening to Faron Young and a side of In-a-gadda-da-vida
Mama made a well rounded outcast out of me

Born and raised on acid country
Eating cold hammocks and a handful of placidyl
Daddy couldn't take it he had to go
Playing Alice Cooper on a dobro
Wearing leather hip huggers working in the cotton mill

And if you Don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding'
And son you're walking on the Fighting Side Of Me
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
and Chet Atkins a'playin' the guitar on MTV'

Born and raised on acid country
Making Smoke On Water sound a lot like Uncle Pen
Daddy couldn't take it he had to go
You can't mix Deep Purple and Bill Monroe
And Sunshine Of Your Love while yodeling. Yodel-aay-hee, Yodel aay-hee yodel a-aay-hee.