Daddy was a rambler
An old school gambler
He kept us in check in between
Momma showered us with love to front a middle class family dream
Hard work makes a good story
It builds you up they say
Daddy say you know who make the money
Don't make me come home mean
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie, Momma don't lie, no
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie...
Momma was mellow
Like Valium on Sunday
But never fell in those ways
She said no sons of mine are going to carry those devil traits
Over my dead body
Will my boys go to jail in this place
Daddy say you know who makes the money
Don't make me come home mean
I started living after midnight
Smiling through the dawn
Stumbled through some mornings
Cause I wanted more
You want more
You want more
Everybody wants more
But Momma say...
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie
Momma don't lie, no
Momma said you want to see something
Best get out of here and go see
While you still can boy
Momma don't lie, Momma don't lie, Momma don't lie, Momma don't lie
No, Momma don't, Momma don't, Momma don't, Momma don't
Momma don't, Momma don't
Momma don't, Momma don't, Momma don't lie