Mama this one’s for you Oh mama I saw the world And it was good Every step I took you held my hand And watched me grow You’ll never know How much I love you And I am not afraid, I’m not afraid I finally grew

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma' Girl, it's getting hotter I can't take much more But not for long And I might say goodbye I'm here like for one night So we don't gotta waste time I know that you feel it

Somebody, been sleeping in my bed (That's a bad thing to say but I think it's true) I know I should have been there but I was someplace else instead (Yes, and that's what makes it so bad) I had myself a real good woman, to hear my every call

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Whoa, well I never meant to brag But I've gotten what I wanted now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Good night and joy be with you all So fill to me the parting glass Of all the money that e'er I spent I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't

I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" And sniff me out like I was

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the