Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
Tell Yer Momma
Well I used to be badI was born to loseAnd my travelin' shoes was the only shoes I hadWell I used to be coolI was that Sunday afternoon, sunk 'n drunk and stumblin' fool'Till I met your mommaShe pulled me outta that terrible fix, wellI know daddy's been away awhileCause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricksTell your momma your daddy done quit his drinkin'Tell your momma your daddy done found the LordTell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin', his fightin', his carryin' onBut don't you tell your momma Goddamn, your daddy's boredWell I used to be slyI'd stay out all nightAnd how I loved to fightAnd make them young girls cryWell I used to be crudeI was rude, crude, glued, screwed, tattooedDown an' dirty with a just plain surly attitudeLetras de canciones'Till I met your mommaShe pulled me outta this terrible fixI know daddy's been away awhileCause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricksChorusWell if a thousand times I've seen the lightYou know that I've gone blind a thousand times againAnd if a thousand times I said "I do"you know I turn my tail a thousand one againI didn't mean no harm I's just havin' fun againUh-oh, uh-oh, Scotty's got a solo!Tell your momma your daddy done quit his drinkin'Tell your momma your daddy done found the LordTell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin', his fightin', his carryin' onBut don't you tell your momma, noDon't you tell your momma, oh noDon't you tell your momma Goddamn, your daddy's bored
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