Mama Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing

(album: Reboot - 2019)

She said hey cowboy get off of that couch
Yeah, the party's on and we're going out
I got my low-cut dress and my knee-high boots
I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose
You're the man of the house you better think of something
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She said I been cooped up in this house all week
It's time to pick it up and move it down to party street
She said saddle up, hoss, it's your lucky day
And I'm a she-cat tiger coming out of the cage
We can go high rolling or beer joint jumping
But mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She's hard to handle, a little high strung
I'll see her bet and I'll raise her one
I love it when she gets wound up
I'm a Jack of Hearts, she's my Lady Luck, yeah, yeah

We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
We're gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor, alright
She said set up the shooters and break out the green
Throw a whole row of quarters in the boogie machine
We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox a humping
'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing

Go high rolling or beer joint jumping
Said mama don't get dressed up for nothing
Yeah, babe, you better think of something
'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing

No, mama don't
Mama don't
Mama's got on her high shoes
Neon boots, neon boots
Every night, ah yeah
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing