(Verse 1)

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Well my momma used to tell me 
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A good woman's hard to find
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Get a God fearin down home girl
                             
That'll stay right by your side
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Well mommas boy's grown up
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And there's been a change in plans
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Cuz I love the women 
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My momma can't stand


(Chorus 1)
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Talking little tank tops
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Tight fittin jeans
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Blue collar babies who ain't scared of no Jim Beam
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Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
G       D         A    D     E
I love women my momma can't stand


(Verse 2)

Well I'm just a good ol boy
Ain't doin nothing wrong
Just cuz I like to hang out 
Where the girls hang all night long
I'm kinda partial to the ladies
Who party with the band
Ya I love the women my momma can't stand


(Chorus 2)

Two timing, four wheel driving
Eight ball shootin babies
Four letter word using girls gone half crazy
Scared as hell of wedding bells and diamonds on their hands
Yes I love the women my momma can't stand


(Verse 3)

Well now I probably outta settle down 
Before I get too old
Find me an angel who fits my momma's 
Picture perfect mold
But my bad reputation
Has made me a branded man
And everybody knows I love the women my momma can't stand


(Chorus 3)

Talking little tank tops
Tight fittin jeans
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of no Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
Ya from New York to California 
To right here in dixieland
I love the women my momma can't stand
Ya tonight I'm just callin all women
My momma can't stand