Lyrics

[Verse]
Mamaw Jean, she's a legend 'round town,
Bud Light in her hand, never puts it down,
Gets Meals on Wheels every weekday noon,
Watch out for that vacuum, she'll clear the room.

[Verse 2]
She's got three daughters, and a dozen grandkids,
You step outta line, she'll flip her lid,
Drives like a maniac, oh, it's quite a sight,
But nothing can beat her laugh in the dim neon light.

[Chorus]
Mean Jean, with a heart of gold,
Sweet as pie, but she’s got a hold,
On penny slots, she's the reigning queen,
And when she's mad, you'll know what I mean.

[Verse 3]
Every Sunday morning, she's at church by nine,
Cussin' at drivers if they're wastin' her time,
Got a garden out back, where the daisies grow,
But start a fuss, and she'll let you know.

[Verse 4]
Her kitchen's small, but it feels like home,
Where the stories grow louder as the nights roam,
She'll make you laugh, she'll make you cry,
And when it's time, she'll say goodbye.

[Bridge]
With her vacuum in hand, she's ready to roll,
Cleaning up life's dust, makin' us whole,
And if you ever get to be a part of her scene,
You’ll understand why we all love Mean Jean.