Mama

Mama cried, “girl, go play outside”  
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”  
And I told her  
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”  

Cuz it wuz summertime  
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun  
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine  
 
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water  
And they wasn’t even fenced in  
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave  
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama