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Vince Triple O Martin Lyrics - Artist : Snider, Todd
Mama said "You lazy boy
You got to get yourself a job You can't go on just living like this You know you've upset your pa Can't you hear how the neighbors talk You're making us a laughing stock for blocks Playing on your guitar, such a foolish thing All you want to do is lay around And listen to your pocket radio Or wander over to the Jennings house Where they say you play so loud you shake the floor And every night you're out 'til three o'clock You're 'bout to drive me slowly out of my mind Playing on your guitar, it'll turn your fingers green Papa workin' from dawn to dusk And every night his back aches worse Mama, she takes in washing too And most of what she makes goes to the church And when I ask 'em why they live this way They look at me as if I've gone insane Playing on the guitar, gonna sing with it If I put fourteen new albums out And say six of 'em made the charts My mom would still call me on Sunday nights To ask me if I even got a job And where did she go wrong, I've hurt her so She prays to God to save me from my fate Of playing on the guitar, it's a foolish thing I guess a man is s'posed to work himself Until he falls into a broken heap And for his life work he gets a watch Or maybe a handshake from Mr. Cheap A song in church or two on Sunday's fine But never waste your life or lose your mind Playing on your guitar, hit a lick for ma, boys |
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