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[Verse 1]
Mama said you better watch your mouth if you ain't got nothin' nice to say
Just bat your eyes and keep it quiet
Loose lips sink ships every day
Don't be comin' home late from a night out drinkin'
Sneakin' up the back porch steps
'Cause there's a .44 layin' on the bedside table
And it ain't missed anything yet
Mama tried, but some things just can't be saved
And I know mama's cryin' watchin' her baby girl slip away
[Chorus]
I'm the head heathen, the sole reason
Your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I, I don't mean to get into thе trouble I've come to know
You can takе the credit, you can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised

[Verse 2]
There's always an apple on the family tree
That's got a few more bruises than the rest
Mama tried to shine it up real nice
But she could still throw it down with the rest
Her American spirit runs deeper than you think
At the end of a real long day
You could smell it on her breath when she walks in
But I'm a cigarette from the same tray

[Chorus]
I'm the head heathen, the sole reason
Your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit, you can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised
Ooh-woah-oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Mama tried to keep the fire from burnin' me
But it was a waste of time
I come by it honestly
[Chorus]
I'm the head heathen, the sole reason
Your pretty little heart's been broke
You know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
I'm the head heathen, the sole reason
Your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I, I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit, you can take the blame
Ain't no denyin' we're the same
So you can take the credit, you can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised

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