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