Well my momma used to tell me A good woman’s hard to find Get a God fearin’ down home 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 no Jim Beam Red lipstick on a Daytona tan I love women my momma can’t stand
Well 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 Yes I do
Well I probably outta settle down Before I get too old Find an angel that fits my momma’s picture perfect mold But my bad reputations made me a branded man 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 no 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
Yeah I’m callin’ all women my momma can’t stand Sorry momma