Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Kennon
Performer
Chip Martin
Acoustic Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Craig Young
Bass
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Perry Colemen
Background Vocals
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Tony Harrell
Piano
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian White
Songwriter
Dan Murph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chip Martin
Producer
Julian King
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
When I stole that Baby Ruth
She made me take it back
When she found 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
Mama raised the hell outta me
When the doors were open at the Baptist church
You could bet that 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 thrash
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
Mama raised the hell outta me
When the doors were open at the Baptist church
You could bet that 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
Mama raised the hell outta me
When the doors were open at the Baptist church
My butt was in that seat
Well, 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
Written by: Brian White, Dan Murph, Matt Kennon

