Your Mama Don’T Like Me (And She Might Be Right) (Feat. Elijah ‘Hollowfoot’ Turner)

Well your mama don't like me, lord, she might be right
Your mama don't like me, she slam that big ol' door
Say I'm no good for her baby, don't come 'round here no more

She say I'm a drunkard, I stumble late at night
Yes she call me a drunkard, I stumble late at night
Well your mama don't like me, and she might be right

I play my guitar, baby, down on Beale Street all day
Yes I play my guitar, lord, down on Beale Street all day
Your mama shake her finger, tell you don't you go my way

She say I'm a rambler, I can't settle down
Oh she say I'm a rambler, can't stay in no town
Baby, you keep on lovin' me, but your mama frownin' down

Well your mama don't like me, she tell you I ain't no prize
Your mama don't like me, tell you I ain't no prize
But when you lay beside me, I see the truth in your eyes

Your mama don't like me, but you do baby
Your mama don't like me, but you do baby
Your mama don't like me, no she don't
Your mama don't like me, no she don't
Yeah she might be right
Oh Lord, she might be right