Milkman

If Mama would've loved the milkman
 Maybe she wouldn't judge me
 If she'd've had a ride in his white van
 Up and down Baker Street
 On a Monday with her hair down
 And her hand
 About to slide between his knees
 But Mama never did love nothin'
 But Daddy and me
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 If Mama would've smoked her a cigarette
 Maybe she wouldn't judge me
 If she'd've done more than the dishes
 Untied them apron strings
 She'd be sittin' in her sundress
 On the back porch
 Mixing whiskey and sweet tea
 Mama never did think twice
 About feelin' this free
 Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
 Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
 She might've made it past the water tower
 If she'd've loved the milkman, mmm
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 If I could be more like Mama
 Maybe she wouldn't judge me
 Sometimes I think Mama
 Wants to be more like me
 But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray
 And the years have started showing
 On her cheeks
 'Cause Mama never did have nothin'
 But Daddy and me
 Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
 Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
 She might've made it past the water tower
 If she'd've loved the milkman
 
 Mhmm, mhmm
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 Mhmm, mhmm
 Mhmm, mhmm