Year Two, Week Forty-Six: “Mama Raised Hell (Before She Raised You)”

Lyrics:

Well the sheriff caught me drinking
in the high school parking lot
knocked the bottle out my hand
when I offered him a shot
He said “I oughta bring you in
but I just thought of something worse
Gonna take you to your mama
let her deal with you first”

Well he put me in the back seat
and we headed down the road
I said my mama’s sleeping
Why don’t you just let me go?
All she does is read the bible
She don’t drink and she don’t shout
The sheriff laughed and said
“You don’t know what you’re talking about”

Your mama was wild, mama was fun
drinking backstage with Brooks and Dunn
Man, you shoulda seen her back in ’92
Your mama raised hell before she raised you
Mama raised hell before she raised you

I said I think you’re thinking
of somebody else’s mom
She wears a sweater with a kitty
saying “Jesus is da bomb!”
She’s never had a good time
in her whole entire life
I bet that’s why my daddy left
to find a better wife

Well the sheriff said “She’d have more fun
if she only had the time
Instead of working three jobs
and keeping clothes on your behind
And that rat you call a father
gets off light in your rendition
Don’t forget that I was there
before he gave her that condition

Mama was wild, mama was reckless
Breaking into Reba’s bus to borrow a necklace
Man, you shoulda seen her back in ’92
Your mama raised hell before she raised you
Mama raised hell before she raised you

Well we pulled up to the house
and every single light was on
There was mama, pacing
back and forth across the lawn
My eyes began to water
and my hands began to shake
as he pulled me from the car
and took me down to meet my maker

Mama smiled at the sheriff
with a twinkle in her eye
“Did you bring my baby back
so I could tell him goodbye?”
The sheriff laughed and said
“Oh, he just had a little buzz
Kids these days are so much better
than we ever was”

Mama was crazy, mama was wild
Shania stole the way her hair was styled
Mama was a riot, mama was a hit
Got into a knife fight with Travis Tritt
Mama was a sweetheart, mama was nice
Giving Willie Nelson some tax advice
Mama was a fighter, mama was able
drinking Randy Travis right under the table
Man, you shoulda seen her back in ’92
Your mama raised hell before she raised you
Mama raised hell before she raised you

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