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Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mamaDon't know no shoesI got a tin-roof tanWith my cold crib daddy right by my sideWe do the best that we canI live so far out down the country roadsThere ain't nothin for hoursBy the time I get back from the grocery storeThe milk's already gone sourWell, mechanic says my pickup ain't doin so hotBut it sounds pretty good to meIt may be old and it may be run-downBut it can still climb the hills of TennesseeWell I'm a snaggle-tooth mamaDon't know no shoesI got a tin-roof tanWith my cold crib daddy right by my sideWe do the best that we canWell I get my clothes from the local dumpThey call it the Flatwood MallFolks 'round here don't know the differenceBetween a dump and a hole in the wallLetras de cancionesWell I go skinny dippin when the moon's too loudAnd I wear my Daisy Dukes too highBetween the midnight kisses and the front porch sittinI love my backwoods lifeWell I'm a snaggle-tooth mamaDon't know no shoesI got a tin-roof tanWith my cold crib daddy right by my sideWe do the best that we canWell I'm a snaggle-tooth mamaDon't know no shoesI got a tin-roof tanWith my cold crib daddy right by my sideWe do the best that we canWe do the best that we canWe do the best that we can From Letras Mania