Momma'S Wine (Live)

Flat tire on the shoulder, outside of Boulder
Colder than a witch's tit
With a Ford full of band-mates
Headed to a gig late
Wrapping up a two-week trip
Well the gas light's on, with 12 miles left
There's a wreck in the hammer lane
Somebody better get me off this interstate
Before I go insane

Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet ya didn't know Mama rolled like that
Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Well the truck stop diet, food on the fly
Well we gotta get on down the road
Never knowing where we're going
But the smoke is always blowing
'Cause the guys just lit a roach
There's the police, grab the Febreze
Squirt a little in the air
Get me to the show, before I go
Pull out my damn hair

Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet ya didn't know Mama rolled like that
Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
All the guys in the band say I'm wound up way too tight
Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat
Bet ya didn't know Mama rolled like that
Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Yeah, Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight
Hey, Mama's gonna have a little too much wine tonight