She looked like a lawyers daughter,
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Fresh out of the Ivy League,
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Yeah and I look like the devils prodigal son,
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When she sat down next to me,
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Well I told her about my ol' bird dog,
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She mentioned her pretty friends,
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I said I'd sure like to meet your family some time,
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And she just laughed at me and said.
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(CHORUS)
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She said I wouldn't take you home to momma,
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You're a diamond in the rough,
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There's just to many things about you,
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That my momma couldn't learn to love,
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She said I'm crazy for even talking to you,
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But there's something about you I like,
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I wouldn't take you home to momma,
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Yeah but momma ain't home tonight,
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All my buddies are green with envy,
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As we headed for the parking lot,
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Me with that long legged gal on my arm,
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Just thinking 'bout you know what,
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She said why don't you leave your ragged old pickup,
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We'll take my Cadillac,
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Next mornin' when I woke up in her big brass bed,
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She was begging me to hurry back,
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(CHORUS)
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She said you ain't good looking and you ain't real bright,
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But there's something about you I like,
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I wouldn't take you home to momma,
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Yeah but momma ain't home tonight,
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She said I would not take you home to my momma,
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Yeah but momma's out of town tonight.
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Momma Ain't Home Tonight
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Confederate Railroad |