I got a little mama, I gotta tell you about
She's a culinary wizard, she feeds the mouth of the south
Biscuits in the morning, cornbread about noontime
Later on in the evening Lord she's bound to blow your mind
Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw
Get out a head of cabbage, chop it up real fine
Does a little herky-jerky, Lord she does it all the time
She puts it in a foottub, like I know she should
That woman makes cole slaw taste so good
Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw
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She's got chicken n' dumplins, butter wings on the side
She picks weeds out of the front yard, fix 'em up in a pie
Big ole jug of iced tea, eat them 'maters raw
She does things to ketchup, well I know its against the law
Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw
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If I die this morning, while I'm in my bed
Leave my body here, send my soul up ahead
Cause I ain't through eatin, no I ain't cleaned my plate
If I die this morning, you better know what I'm gonna hate
Lord y'all, well I'm gonna miss that woman's slaw
I said Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw