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Rodney Carrington - Don't look now
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Carrington
Rodney Carrington
Performer
Bob Hoban
Bob Hoban
Piano
C. Michael Spriggs
C. Michael Spriggs
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Pomeroy
Dave Pomeroy
Bass
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Robby Turner
Robby Turner
Steel Guitar
Milton Sledge
Milton Sledge
Drums
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Carrington
Rodney Carrington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Griswold
Tom Griswold
Producer
Steve Allee
Steve Allee
Producer
Steve Tillisch
Steve Tillisch
Mixing Engineer
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I remember way back when i was just a boy, Goin places with my mom and dad, It used to scare me to death, how momma used to act After six or seven beers she's had. We were sittin at a table when momma got disabled All the liquor runnin to her head, Soon I got to chokin', daddy wasn't jokin' when he grabbed me by the arm and said... "Don't look now your momma's got her boobs out showing everybody in town." Faces gettin' red we were wishin we were dead, There where people standing all around When when momma gets to drinking there ain't much thinkin', There's nothing anybody can do, Just hope and pray there never comes a day when my momma's out drinkin' with you Well, we got her in the truck And we started drivin' home When momma said she had to go, Daddy pulled it over, We were standing on the shoulder while mom is puttin' on a show Then he started up the truck and momma stood up with her pants still around her knees, When we heard momma holler If ya give me a dollar well I'll let you take a peek at these. "Don't look now, your momma's got her boobs out." Showin' everybody in town Faces turning red, we were wishing we were dead There were people standing all around When momma gets to drinkin', there ain't much thinkin' There's nothing anybody can do Won't you hope and pray, there never comes a day when my momma's out drinking with you. Oh, won't you hope and pray there never comes a day, when my momma's out drinking with you.
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