VibeFoundry - Mama Raised a Good Mess | Southern Rock

This song is dedicated to my mom – the toughest, sharpest, no-bullshit woman I know. She raised me on her own, taught me to fight, spit, and fix things with duct tape and guts. It's also a tribute to every redneck mama out there who runs the house like a warzone and loves like a hurricane. You're seen, you're loud, and you're legendary.

Mama, thanks for raising a damn good mess.

Lyrics:
She patched up tires, swung a wrench,
Taught me how to spit and clench,
Made her coffee black as sin,
Lit a smoke, and grinned that grin.
Said "Son, you screw up, own your mess,"
But damn she fought like DHS.

Mama raised a damn good mess,
With mud on boots and no Sunday dress.
Did her best, Lord, hell I guess—
I ain’t clean, but I ain’t less.
Mama raised a damn good mess.

She bailed me out at sweet fifteen,
Cussed the sheriff, kept it clean.
Didn’t cry, just stared ‘em down,
"That boy's mine, not your damn clown!"
Then she drove us home like NASCAR race,
Flippin’ off the whole damn place.

Mama raised a damn good mess,
With mud on boots and no Sunday dress.
Did her best, Lord, hell I guess—
I ain’t clean, but I ain’t less.
Mama raised a damn good mess.

She never prayed for angels' wings,
Just knuckle tats and rifle slings.
Cooked like war and cleaned like storm,
Her rules? "Be loud. Be raw. Be warm."
Told me love ain't some soft-ass talk,
It’s hauling wood and walking walk.

No diploma, no soft touch,
Just a heart that don't take much.
Gave me grit and gave me sass,
A middle finger with some class.

Mama raised a damn good mess,
With mud on boots and no Sunday dress.
Did her best, Lord, hell I guess—
I ain’t clean, but I ain’t less.
Mama raised a damn good mess.

Yeah, Mama raised a damn good mess...
And damn if I ain't proud of that.

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