Hell Naw, Where’s Mamaw

Spray paint and glue don't work, I don't care how much you lurk, you can't hide what you done took, you're a nasty stain in your family's book.

Your dead one deserves her own, Carve her name above her bones Mine's been dead nearly 40 years but you can still wring out my tears.

That ain't your tombstone, it's my Mamaw's.

You can't claim you had good cause.

Everyone can see your flaws,

That ain't your tombstone, It's my Mamaw's.