I Love Women My Ma Ma Can't Stand

(album: Yellow Brick Road - 2013)

Well, my mama used to tell me
A good woman's hard to find
Get a God-fearing, down-home girl that'll stay right by your side
But mama's boy's grown up
And there's been a change in plans
'Cause I love women my mama can't stand

I love little tank tops
Tight fitting jeans
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of old Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my mama can't stand

Now, I'm just a good old boy
I ain't doing nothing 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 mama can't stand

I love two-timing
Four-wheel driving
Eight-ball shooting babies
Four-letter-word-using girls gone half crazy
Scared as hell of wedding bells
With diamonds on their hands
I love women my mama can't stand

Well, I probably ought to settle down
Before I get too old
Find an angel that fits my mama's picture perfect mold
But my wild reputation makes me a branded man
'Cause I love women my mama can't stand

I'm talking little tank tops
Tight fitting jeans
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of old Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my mama can't stand

From New York to California
Down to Dixie land
I love women my mama can't stand
Ah, there's something 'bout those women
My mama can't stand

Sorry mama