Childhood Memories

When I was only fourteen my momma came to me She said, "Darlin' daughter, I need your help you see The man I've been dating, he makes me laugh But he smokes marijuana and I never have" Now, momma liked her sleeping pills washed down with a White Russian She only took prescription drugs; my mother was old fashioned So it came as a shock to me, I will not deny it When momma asked if I had pot, and whether she could try it Childhood memories, golden years gone by I never will forget the Christmas I got mamma high Though I was only fourteen, I was shrewd enough for sure I always hid my bag of weed in my sister's drawer I said, "Ma, it's funny, but now that you ask I think that I might know just where my sister keeps her stash" Well I showed ma how to light a bowl and how to hold it in She said, "I don't feel it yet. I don't think it's working." Next thing my dear old mother, homecoming queen Was wearing my Sony Walkman pads out on my trampoline Childhood memories, golden years gone by I never will forget the Christmas I got mamma high I don't remember momma ever singing "Rock of Ages" I probably had a Bible, or smoked some other's pages We didn't go to church on Christmas Eve; we stayed at home And I sat momma on the couch and I got momma stoned On Christmas day I realised my mistake when Momma asked if we could do that thing we done again I soon regretted though the lesson that I taught her Now dear old ma would cop her drugs off her fourteen-year-old daughter Childhood memories, golden years gone by I never will forget the Christmas I got mamma high Childhood memories, though the years gone by I never will forget the Christmas I got mamma high