Momma's Wine

Flat tire on the shoulder outside of Boulder colder than a witches tit
With a ford full of bandmates headed to the gig late wrapping up a two week trip
Well the gas light's on with twelve miles left, there's a wreck in the hammer lane
Somebody better get me off this interstate before I go insane

Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet you didn't know momma rolled like that
Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Well the truckstop diet food on the fly well we gotta get on down the road
Never knowing where we're going, but the smoke is always blowing cause the guys just lit a roach
There's the police, grab the Febreze squirt a little in the air
Get me to the show before I go and pull out my damn hair

Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet you didn't know momma rolled like that
Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet you didn't know momma rolled like that
Momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
Yeah momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
Hey momma's gonna have a little too much wine tonight