And it's not that I'm evil Before you were born, I was already sinning I can't even be your friend It's not because the light here is brighter I just don't like to pretend Your mama's got nothing on me Your daddy's got nothing on me And the world that

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

Hey sweet mama Baby don't you go too far I love the way you love me An' I love the way you comb your hair An' I love the way you love me baby Love the way you comb your hair If it was left up to me babe You would never get to go nowhere I wanna know

And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same Really, I'm fine, never been better, got

Why don't you just Stay with me I just can't help myself Stay with me I can see your sweet enough for you to meet Mama Now Let's go! Yes Yes Y'all Què Linda, Ma

Girl I don't wanna be the one you iggin' I need me a li'l baby who gon' listen Li'l Kodak they don't like to see you winnin' They wanna see you in the penitentiary My mama told me, "Boy make a decision" Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision They sendin'

Oh mama, oh la, oh la, oh la Don't know what this is All of these new emotions I let them out in the open What do I do now, do now, do now? Do with all of this? Oh, what do I do now? Somebody pass me the water 'Cause I'm burning

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find