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[intro]
A
[verse (1)]
A
If mama would've loved the milkman
E A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
A
If she'd've had a ride in his white van
Up and down baker street
D
On a monday with her hair down and her hand about
A
To slide between his knees
E D
But mama never did love
A
Nothin' but daddy and me
[verse (2)]
A
If mama would've smoked her a cigarette
E A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
A
If she'd've done more than the dishes
Untied them apron strings
D
She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch
A
Mixing whiskey and sweet tea
[pre chorus]
E D
Mama never did think twice
A
About feelin' this free
[chorus]
D A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m D
Drinkin' on a sunday was a sin
A
She might've made it past the water tower
Bm
If she'd've loved the milkman
E A D A C#m D
Hmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
D A Bm E A
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
[verse]
A
If i could be more like mama
E A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
Sometimes i think mama, wants to be more like we
D
But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray
And the years have started
A
Showing on her cheeks
E
'cause mama never did
D A
Have nothin' but daddy and me
[chorus]
D A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m D
Drinkin' on a sunday was a sin
A
She might've made it past the water tower
Bm E A
If she'd've loved the milkman, hmmm, hmmm
[Verse 1: Miranda Lambert]
If Mama would've loved the milkman
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
If she'd've had a ride in his white van
Up and down Baker Street
On a Monday with her hair down and her hand
About to slide between his knees
But Mama never did love nothin' but Daddy and me
[Verse 2: Angaleena Presley]
If Mama would've smoked her a cigarette
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
If she'd've done more than the dishes
Untied them apron strings
She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch
Mixing whiskey and sweet tea
Mama never did think twice about feelin' this free
[Chorus: Angaleena Presley]
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
She might've made it past the water tower
If she'd've loved the milkman
[Verse 3: Ashley Monroe]
If I could be more like Mama
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
Sometimes I think Mama
Wants to be more like we
But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray
And the years have started showing on her cheeks
'Cause Mama never did have nothin' but Daddy and me
[Chorus: Ashley Monroe]
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
She might've made it past the water tower
If she'd've loved the milkman
Mhmm, mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
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