HANK3 DRINKIN OVER MAMA TABBED BY COUNTRYFRIED EVIL Well I'm [D] sittin' here drinkin' over [A] momma. Well I just can't believe that she is [D] gone. But I never did think momma would [G] leave us, to [D] fend for our[A]selves on our [D] own. [D] Well now paw, he can't hardly under[A]stand it, 'cause he never did treat our momma [D] wrong. But I guess that momma never [G] told him she started [D] smokin' crack at the [A] age of sixty [D] one. (let ring) (Double-time) And it's been [G] years, since we've seen our [D] momma even [D] though I heard some stories about her [A] nights. And [D] poor LJ, the sheriff, [G] told us, that [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe. (Instrumental break) [G] [D] [D] [A] [D] [D] [G] [D] [A] [D] Well I'm [D] gonna have to find paw a good [A] woman, cause he's startin' to look just like a bag of [D] bones. She's gonna have to clean all those [G] shotguns and [D] skin those [A] critters we bring [D] home. And it's been [G] years, since we've seen our [D] momma even [D] though I heard some stories about her [A] nights. And [D] poor LJ, the sheriff, [G] told us, that [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe. Yeah [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe.