歌曲 | Sweet Mama |
歌手 | Van Zant |
专辑 | Get Right With The Man |
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Written:Tom Hambridge/Bob Johnson/Donnie Van Zant | |
I was raised on the west side shanty town. | |
I didn't get up till the sun went down. | |
When your back's against the wall, you better get tough, | |
An' learn real quick how to swing an' duck.' | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool,. | |
That's right. | |
Some folks cheat 'n some folks lie, | |
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye. | |
Don't hand me jack, try to call it cool. | |
I know the difference 'tween sh*t an' shiner. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
Talkin' about Mama, | |
Oh sweet Mama. | |
Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong. | |
She knew ev'ry single word, an' ev'ry note, and ev'ry song. | |
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice. | |
"If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice." | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool. | |
Yeeow! | |
Talkin' about: | |
(My sweet Mama,) | |
(Mama didn't raise no fool.) | |
Na, na, na. | |
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
(Mama didn't raise no fool.) | |
That's my sweet Mama. | |
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
(Mama didn't raise no fool.) | |
Oh, sweet Mama. |
Written: Tom Hambridge Bob Johnson Donnie Van Zant | |
I was raised on the west side shanty town. | |
I didn' t get up till the sun went down. | |
When your back' s against the wall, you better get tough, | |
An' learn real quick how to swing an' duck.' | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool,. | |
That' s right. | |
Some folks cheat ' n some folks lie, | |
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye. | |
Don' t hand me jack, try to call it cool. | |
I know the difference ' tween sh t an' shiner. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
Talkin' about Mama, | |
Oh sweet Mama. | |
Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong. | |
She knew ev' ry single word, an' ev' ry note, and ev' ry song. | |
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice. | |
" If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice." | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Yeeow! | |
Talkin' about: | |
My sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Na, na, na. | |
Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
That' s my sweet Mama. | |
Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Oh, sweet Mama. |
Written: Tom Hambridge Bob Johnson Donnie Van Zant | |
I was raised on the west side shanty town. | |
I didn' t get up till the sun went down. | |
When your back' s against the wall, you better get tough, | |
An' learn real quick how to swing an' duck.' | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool,. | |
That' s right. | |
Some folks cheat ' n some folks lie, | |
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye. | |
Don' t hand me jack, try to call it cool. | |
I know the difference ' tween sh t an' shiner. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
Sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Instrumental Break. | |
Talkin' about Mama, | |
Oh sweet Mama. | |
Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong. | |
She knew ev' ry single word, an' ev' ry note, and ev' ry song. | |
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice. | |
" If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice." | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine, | |
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine. | |
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school. | |
My sweet Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Yeeow! | |
Talkin' about: | |
My sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Na, na, na. | |
Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
That' s my sweet Mama. | |
Talkin' about my sweet Mama, | |
Mama didn' t raise no fool. | |
Oh, sweet Mama. |