Tell Yer Momma

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Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Pop

Tell Yer Momma

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Well I used to be bad I was born to lose And my travelin' shoes was the only shoes I had Well I used to be cool I was that Sunday afternoon, sunk 'n drunk and stumblin' fool 'Till I met your momma She pulled me outta that terrible fix, well I know daddy's been away awhile Cause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricks Tell your momma your daddy done quit his drinkin' Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin', his fightin', his carryin' on But don't you tell your momma Goddamn, your daddy's bored Well I used to be sly I'd stay out all night And how I loved to fight And make them young girls cry Well I used to be crude I was rude, crude, glued, screwed, tattooed Down an' dirty with a just plain surly attitude 'Till I met your momma She pulled me outta this terrible fix I know daddy's been away awhile Cause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricks CHORUS Well if a thousand times I've seen the light You know that I've gone blind a thousand times again And if a thousand times I said "I do" You know I turn my tail a thousand one again I didn't mean no harm I's just havin' fun again Uh-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 Lord Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin', his fightin', his carryin' on But don't you tell your momma, no Don't you tell your momma, oh no Don't you tell your momma Goddamn, your daddy's bored

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