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My Momma used to tell me, "Son, you better get your work done Your Daddy's coming home at five And if you ain't all through with the chores you gotta do Boy, I'm gonna tan you alive" I was glued to the radio, listening to my hero Singing them sad old songs Singing them sadder than a one car funeral Nobody sings like Jones I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room And I'd play it like an old guitar Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George Dreaming of becoming a star Well, things I never did when I was just a kid Made me what I am today You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way So I ended up in Nashville working at a saw mill Just to be close to the stars I got a little broke but I couldn't ask my folks So I had to hock my old guitar I still hang around tootsie's orchid lounge thinking He'll walk through that door But a voice in my mind says, "You wasting your time 'Cause George don't drink no more" I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room And I'd play it like an old guitar Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George Dreaming of becoming a star Well, things I never did when I was just a kid Made me what I am today You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way Well, things I never did when I was just a kid Made me what I am today You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way
Writer(s): Max D. Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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