Just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell And I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come on back home baby, try my love one more time You say I've been spendin' my money on other women But you've been runnin' with somebody else Well your

You're all I ever wanted You don't even have to call You're the only girl that I have ever wanted Every other girl is trying to be you My mama says that I should write you letters But I think you're with other dudes Take my hand, you'll like it Yes I've

Be your man I wanna hear you calling my name Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey) Be my woman, girl, I'mma Be my woman, girl, I'll I love the dirty rhythm you play Banging the drum like dum di di dey I know you want it in the worst way Best believe

I and I, I want to rule my destiny The rich man's wealth is in the city Destruction of the poor is his poverty Destruction of your soul is vanity Do you hear ? Destiny, mama look from when you call me Destiny, mama look from when you calling

And I know everybody goes through changes But that just means we're all the same All best friends start out as strangers So rest easy 'cause I'm your friend When you're down and you can't call upon your mama no more You can call, you can call on me When

Sweet emotion You talk about things that nobody cares You're wearing out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say baby where I'll be in a year When some sweet hog mama with a face like a gent Said my get up and

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

Let me put on a show Put me onto your black motorcycle Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do" It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle You call me your mama Let me put on a show for you daddy Yayo, yes you, yayo Let me put on a show for you

That's what I call home Daddy don't know a stranger A handshake and he's your friend Oh and Mama she's an angel She'll hold you tight till the heartache ends Just a place made of nails and wood But it's the love that makes you feel so good That's what I