Watching Mama Get A Tan
Mama's up early in the morning,in her tattered cotton gown,
hair's tied up in a bun,
with curls bouncing all around.
She's standing on the front porch,
with a broomstick in her hand.
I think it's kind of sexy,
watching mama get a tan.
Fixin breakfast in the morning,
eggs and bacon in a pan.
On a cold day we get biscuits,
sourgham syrup from a can.
She's standing in the kitchen window,
as she's seasoning the pan.
I think it's kind of sexy,
watching mama get a tan.
As she steps out of the shower,
I'm there to give her a hand.
20 years and three kids later,
I'm still her biggest fan.
Looking in her make-up mirrow,
as she's thinking up some plan.
I think it's kind of sexy,
watching mama get a tan.
At the church around the corner,
this afternoon we renewed our vows.
The dress was just a little tighter,
but she looks even better now,
and now sweat pools in her navel,
as she's lying in the sand.
I think it's very sexy,
watching mama get a tan.
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