Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't Rock and roll Hit the town And it's all because your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll When evenin' rolls around and it's time to But when evening comes around and it's time to Where do you go,

It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time. He will try to make it so you lose. When you think you got good buddies, They will spin around and cheat you blind. Double crossing man is mean, Double crossing man, You'll fill your mind with

Hear the children cryin' But I know they cry not in vain Now the times are changin' Love has come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days But now it's not rain that water the cane crops But the sweat

Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally You are the thunder and I am the lightning It comes naturally And I love the way you know who you are And to me it's exciting When you know it's meant to be When you're with me, baby Bay bay bay baby And it

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is

When you were young He doesn't look a thing like Jesus You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to You play forgiveness Watch it now, here he comes But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young To save your from

But when it comes to loving, He'd better leave me alone, 'Cause I've got you baby, And you give me all the love I need, Yes you give me all the love I need All that I want is someone to take care of me, I'm not asking for love, Just a little sympathy.

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

What goes up, must come down) (What goes around, comes around Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me Don't play with me, don't play with me, 'cause I remember when I was sittin' home alone Waiting for you 'til three o'clock in the morn' Weren't