Well my momma used to tell me a good woman's hard to find
Get a god fearin', down-home girl that'll stay right by your side
But momma's boy's grown up there's been a change of plans
`Cause I love women my momma can't stand
I love little tank tops, tight fittin' jeans
Blue collared babies who ain't scared a' no Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
Well I'm just a good ol' boy, ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Just `cause I love to hang out where the girls hang all night long
Kinda partial to the ladies that party with the band
Yeah I love women my momma can't stand
I love two-timin', four-wheel drivin', eight ball shootin' babies
Four-letter word usin' girls gone half crazy
Scared as hell of weddin' bells and diamonds on their hand
I love women my momma can't stand
Well I probably oughta settle down before I get too old
Find an angel that fits my momma's picture perfect mold
My bad reputation's made me a branded man
`Cause I love women my momma can't stand
With little tank tops, tight fittin' jeans
Blue collared babies who ain't scared a' no Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
From New York to California, down to Dixieland
I love women my momma can't stand
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