Legend of BIG MAMA

From way down in "Bama" Stirring echoes of Big Mama A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South Each word could be felt when it left her mouth With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues She didn't have to pretend or put on 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on them heartstrangs Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully like only a few You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry Never to be replicated or duplicated One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated From way down in "Bama" Still goes stirring echoes of Big Mama