This song came about after a brief chat with Marty, when I told him a story about my mother.
He suggested it for a song, so here it is.

Drums: Praise worship and Cowbell rock quarters
Guitar: 693
Mandolins: 1948 and 2035
Fiddles: 3144, 3154 and 1878
Basses: 1268 and 2459

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That's my Mama © 2023 Vic Arnold
V1
Just 5 foot two.
Permed up hair.
Not afraid of no one.
Didn't have a care.
Held her counsel.
Behind them blue eyes
Weighed up the options.
Dug out the lies.
Ch.1
She's my teacher.
and my preacher.
Quite a fighter.
There's no one like her.
She was a oner
A bella donna. That's my Mama
V2
Walked me to school
when I was 12 years old.
Wrapped me up in wool
so I wouldn't catch a cold.
Cooking and a cleaning
and scrubbing our clothes.
Where she got the energy
the lord only knows
Ch.1
Inst.
V3
Sitting in a bar
in the nicer part of town.
A girl gave me the eye
to put her beau down.
He's getting cranky
and jumps upon my back.
Mama swings her handbag,
Smackety Smack.
Ch.2
He was a goner,
there no longer.
She was a fighter.
No one like her.
She's a oner
A Bella donna. That's my Mama
Br.
She always said one day I'd look after myself.

But those blue eyes follow me
from her picture on my shelf.

She's my teacher.
and my preacher.
She's a winner.
Chicken dinner
She's a oner
A bella donna. That's my Mama