And she's
a down home
Up on
the mountain mama
She
make me feel like
I wanna
be a natural mountain man
I wanna
be a natural mountain man
If I
stumble half way up a hill
She
will pick me up, tote me on her back
(She
ain't got time to kill)
With
her giant step
And
her hairy legs
Well
she walk like she walkin' on
Top
of soft boiled eggs
(CHORUS)
And she
do me like an Indian
Tho'
I never had the pleasure of an Indian
And
she bite like a lion
Tho'
I've never been to Africa
And
she's an axe totin', pipe smokin',
Wood
choppin', must stop and
Tell
ya' 'bout my mountain mama
She
make me feel like
I wanna
be a natural mountain man
I wanna
be a natural mountain man
Stirrin'
my coffee with my thumb
She got
a little kid
Ya'
know he's only three
He don't
shoot at squirrels
He don't
even chop at trees
'Cuz
she believe in life
She
don't wanna kill nothin'
She
even feel sorry for the apple
Sometime
after she eat it
(CHORUS)
All songs ©1976 by Rabbit Songs BMI
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