Well my momma used to tell me
a good woman's hard to find
Get a God fearin' downhome girl that'll stay right by your side
but momma's boy's grown up
and there's been a change in plans
cause I love women my momma can't stand
I love little tank tops
tight fittin' jeans
blue collar babies who ain't scared of old Jim Beam
red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
Now I'm just a good old boy
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
just cause I love to hang out
where the girls hang all night long
I'm kinda partial to the ladies that party with the band
yeah I love women my momma can't stand
I love two-timin'
four wheel drivin'
8 ball shootin' babies
Four letter word usin' girls gone half crazy
scared as hell of weddin' bells
with diamonds on their hands
I love women my momma can't stand
Well I probably outta settle down
before I get too old
find an angel that fits my momma's picture perfect mold
but my wild reputations make me a branded man
Cause I love women my momma can't stand
I'm talkin' little tank tops
tight fittin' jeans
blue collar babies who ain't scared of old Jim Beam
red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
From New York to California
down to Dixie land
I love women my momma can't stand
Ah there's somethin' bout those women
my momma can't stand.
Sorry momma.
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