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Big Mama

by Sergey Lysyuk

RockGritty retro blues-rock band trackmale vocals. Crunchy overdriven guitars and roomy live drumslazy swing on the groove. Verses stay tight and smoky; chorus explodes with gang shouts and call-and-response. Thick bass holds a swampy pocketoptional honky-tonk piano doubling the riff. Vocal raw and chesty
2:590 plays0 likesMarch 2, 2026

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She got flour on her fingers Grease on the stove Phone on the shoulder Talkin’ like she run the globe Kids yellin’ in the back room Bills stacked in a line She just laughs Says “Baby We gon’ be just fine” [Chorus] That’s my Big Mama Small house Big heart Holds this busted world together Like it’s her favorite part Yeah My Big Mama Storm eyes Soft hands Ain’t no crown on her head But she still runs this land (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Sunday dress Thrift store Tag still hangin’ low Choir hit the first chord She already stole the show Talk sweet to the neighbors Talk tough to the man Who try to short her on her paycheck She say “Try that again” [Chorus] That’s my Big Mama Small house Big heart Holds this busted world together Like it’s her favorite part Yeah My Big Mama Storm eyes Soft hands Ain’t no crown on her head But she still runs this land (hey!) [Bridge] She don’t break She just bend Then stand Every scar on her skin Is a map of this land If I ever get lost I know where I’ll go Right back to her kitchen light And that “baby You’re home” [Chorus] That’s my Big Mama Small house Big heart Holds this busted world together Like it’s her favorite part Yeah My Big Mama Storm eyes Soft hands If love is a kingdom She’s the one who stands My Big Mama Yeah My Big Mama

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Rock

Duration

2:59

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Created

March 2, 2026

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