Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama Don't know no shoes I got a tin-roof tan With my cold crib daddy right by my side We do the best that we can
I live so far out down the country roads There ain't nothin' for hours By the time I get back from the grocery store The milk's already gone sour
Well, mechanic says my pickup ain't doin so hot But it sounds pretty good to me It may be old and it may be run-down But it can still climb the hills of Tennessee
Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama Don't know no shoes I got a tin-roof tan With my cold crib daddy right by my side We do the best that we can
Well I get my clothes from the local dump They call it the Flatwood Mall Folks 'round here don't know the difference Between a dump and a hole in the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
