Run Back To Mama

If you can’t face the day
You’d better stay in bed, girl
It’s not my only job
To organize your head, girl
You say that married life
Is such a hellish load
If you can’t take it girl
Just pack your bags and hit the road
Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron strings?
You say my jokes are crude
You think I am a sinner
You say I yell too loud
Each time you burn the dinner
You say I treat you
Like a child that’s misbehavin'
If you can’t take it girl
It just you best be «On your way»
Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron strings?
Run back to mama
Tell her that I do all sort of terrible things
Run back to mama
Will you always be tied to those apron string?