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Mama Raised The Hell Outta Me
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Chip Martin
Chip Martin
Акустическая гитара
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Фидель
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Электрогитара
Craig Young
Craig Young
Бас
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Стил-гитара
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Барабаны
Tony Harrell
Tony Harrell
Фортепиано
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Matt Kennon
Matt Kennon
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Julian King
Julian King
Инженер звукозаписи
Chip Martin
Chip Martin
Продюсер

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When I stole that Baby Ruth She made me take it back When she find that Winston lighter She made me smoke the pipe Grounded me for three long weeks When I cheated on that test Cut me off from my friend James When she smelled beer on his breath When the doors were open at the Baptist church You could bet that's where we'd be The devil never stood a chance With that woman on her knees 'Cause mama raised the hell outta me She threw that Penthouse magazine in the trash Made me sleep outside the night I came home smashed Sold my car when she called me And tamed me hard at that hotel And when I punched my boss at my first job She let me spend the night in jail When the doors were open at the Baptist church You could bet that's where we'd be The devil never stood a chance With that woman on her knees 'Cause mama raised the hell outta me I could be locked up or hooked on drugs Or living on the street Without her tough love There ain't no telling where I'd be When the doors were open at the Baptist church My butt was in that seat No that devil never stood a chance With that woman on her knees 'Cause mama raised the hell outta me Yeah, that devil never stood a chance With that woman on her knees 'Cause mama raised the hell outta me
Writer(s): Brian Gene White, Matt Kennon, Dan Murf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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