M is for the mud flaps she gave me for my pickup truck
O is for the oil I put on my hair
T is for T-Bird
H is for Haggard
E is for Eggs
R is for Redneck
Mother stands for comfort
Mother will hide the murderer
Mother hides the madman
Mother will stay mum
Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Momma, hey momma, come lookin’ for me
I’m here in the meadow by the red maple tree
Momma, hey momma, look sharp, here I be
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son”
She told me to come but I was already there
She’ll be comin’ 'round the mountain when she comes.
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
Drinkin’ em down for they sail with the dawn
They’re bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche
And the deck hands are singin’ adios Jole Blon
And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
I bought a bottle in Del Rio and parked by the side of the road
I stayed up all night staring at the lights of Mexico
Then I walked down to the border bridge around the break of day
I threw that empty bottle in and watched it float away
And it’s three days ride from Bakersfield and I don’t know why I came.
I guess I came to keep from payin’ dues.
So instead I’ve got a bottle and a girl who’s just fourteen,
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!
Hey, you don’t know me, but you don’t like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?
This ain’t no disco
It ain’t no country club either
This is L.A.
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Happy Christmas little friend
May your heart be laughing all day
May your joy be a dream you remember
As the years roll along on their way.
Everybody’s got a laughing place
A laughing place to go
Take a smile and for a while
You’ll find yours we know
You came down the aisle, wearing a smile
A vision of loveliness
I uttered a sigh, and then whispered goodbye
Goodbye to my happiness