Oh, mama, mama How you gonna kill your mama? You're crying to the wind Is there any saving us? We've become so dangerous Is there any change in us? Even for the sake of love When only mama is gonna love you to the grave Ugh, come on

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking When your feet just can't keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights When Suzie wore her dresses tight And the

Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor) Yeah, I like the way it sounds, say: Amor I'll do anything que dices por favor Lo que quieras si me dices por favor Said, please, mama said be polite (dame un besito, mami) Said, please, solo quieres sanar

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

Tangled up in blue Early one mornin' the sun was shinin' I was layin' in bed Wondrin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red Her folks they said our lives together Sure was gonna be rough They never did like Mama's homemade dress

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

I want to kiss the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked