Well, my mama 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 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 fittin' 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 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 mama can't stand
I love two-timin'
Four-wheel drivin'
Eight-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 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 talkin' little tank tops
Tight fittin' 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 somethin' 'bout those women
My mama can't stand
Sorry mama
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