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Mama Raised The Hell Outta Me
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chip Martin
Chip Martin
Acoustic Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Perry Colemen
Perry Colemen
Background Vocals
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Tony Harrell
Tony Harrell
Piano
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Kennon
Matt Kennon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian King
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Chip Martin
Chip Martin
Producer

Lyrics

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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