My Mamas Got The Blues

My mama’s got the blues (4x’s)

Well I come home from gigging at 4am
Guitar on my shoulder my amp on my hip
Smelling like cigars whiskey on my breath
She’s looking at me like she’s the angel of death
She’s got the blues
And in a minute I’m gonna have ‘em too

She got a big rolling pin
And a matching baseball bat
She got one of them new fangled stun guns
And a rusty fryin’ pan

Well no matter how softly I walk in the door
She’s waiting for me with a loaded 44
Yelling at me how I left up the seat
Hey mama what ya want I gotta take a pee
She got the blues
And pretty soon I’m going to be feeling them too

Well her hair’s always in curlers
While she’s walking ‘round the house
Drinking all my beer
And my laying on the couch
She’s always watching all her soaps
And she never cleans a thing
Her mouth is like a shotgun
Cause she’s in a bad mood swing
She’s got the blues
And in about 30 seconds I’m gonna be feeling ‘em too

Now mama just hold on a second

My mama’s got the blues (2x’s)
She got it real bad, She got the blues

Well she’s looking at me like there’s egg on my face
In her right hand she got a big can of mace
Pointing at me shouting profanities
Hey mama what cha want I do believe
You got the blues
And in just about a second I’m gonna have ‘em too

Oh look out her she comes