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