Lex Zaleta - Your Mama's Behind Bars Blues lyrics

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Lex Zaleta - Your Mama's Behind Bars Blues lyrics

Your mama's behind bars; Your step momma is too. Can't pa** up those fancy cars When their keys are in plain view. Can't figure how they got caught; Don't know what did them in. Left their tools in the parking lot When they filed off that VIN. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you singing to the guards - The only song you can choose. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues. Daddy's into Johnny Walker, Lock, stock, and barrel. He's a weird midnight stalker Dressed in ladies' apparel. Negative cash flow's the usual, Zero-balance checking account. He bypa**es blue-light specials For those five-finger discounts. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you singing to the guards - The only song you can choose. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues. Pop Pop's got somewhere around A thousand people under him, Filed in neat rows underground In the cemetery system. I think you have to admit He's one of the good ole boys, Working that sad graveyard shift And saying he's self-employed. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you singing to the guards - The only song you can choose. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues. You sign the visitors' log With a big "X" for your name. They ask, "How's the wife and dog?" You say, "They're one and the same." Not sure how far you can stray from Your felonious family tree. It takes all you've got and then some To stay clean and stay free. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you singing to the guards - The only song you can choose. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues.