Streetwalkers - Mama Was Mad lyrics

Chapman-Whitney Running down the road, women on my tail A beat-up Ford on a lonesome trail Peg-leg Annie's gonna scratch out my eye She in league with the devil but don't ask me .. (Why?) Ah, she took it so bad (Why?) I used all that she had (Why?) I said her mama was mad (Mama was mad, mama was mad). Stopped at a truck-stop outside New Orleans Hunched in a corner eating gumbo 'n' beans In steps Roxy looking a mess A rip in her blouse and a stain on her dress. (Why?) She's been riding the trucks (Why?) She says everyone s**s (Why?) She ran out of good looks (Out of good looks, out of good looks). But you end up sleazy, peepin' through keyholes on your bended knees Oh, you can't be easy, yeah, they'll bust up you head and steal your keys. Mmm, I'm running down the road, women on my tail One of these b**hes gonna put me in jail The sheriff of the county wants me held on a rap I sped through the border with a gal on my lap. (Why?) Ah, you can't catch me, no (Why?) Down South I will be well (Why?) I said everything's free, ooh, everything's free, ooh, you can't catch me, no. (Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother (Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother (Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother (Mama was mad, mama was mad).