The Joint

The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route

She sparked in old man tater's woods so she wouldn't be found out

Turned off the dome light and snuck off by herself

Crashed down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around

We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down

Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned

To the only joint my momma ever burned

Just like someone flipped a switch, dad started coming home

No more eating late cause supper's with that tater gone

I had my suspicions, til the night when we said grace

Dad said, "Forgive us, our transgressions as I lit up momma's face."