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Mom Is Always Right
03:18
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Mom Is Always Right
When I was young my mom grew marijuana
It grew tall as trees in California sun
I always thought the cops would come and take her
I never wanted to be like my mom
But now that I am grown, I see it different
But Mom’s not here to see how right she was
I know now it should always have been legal
And not only for outlaws, like Mom.
So roll it up, take a toke
Eat those delicious edibles
Hold it steady man and I’ll get you a light
From a vape or from a bong
You know you really can’t go wrong
And don’t forget that Mom is always right
Then one day the CAMP planes came a buzzin’
(Or at least the cocaine said they were)
The harvest that year didn’t fair to well I fear
She chopped it down before fully mature
Mom enlisted help from all our friends and neighbors
To try and get the plants to somewhere safe
They rolled them up in tarps and they strapped them to their cars
And that was San Francisco’s very first weed parade.
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Cocaine Cowgirl
02:58
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Cocaine Cowgirl
Well, my Mama was a cocaine cowgirl
Back in the 70s
She was known at every gay country bar
From Russian River down to Albany
And she would play those good country songs
On a wood-sided stereo
And I learned all the great lessons of life from
The lyrics of her favorite ones
Let me tell you folks,
Patsy taught me how to break a heart
Dolly taught me how to be a friend
Loretta taught me how to value what you have
And how to hang onto a man
If you’re wondering how some San Francisco girl
Could be qualified to sing country songs
Well, my mama was a cocaine cowgirl
And she took me to the honky tonk
Another Saturday night was upon us
And not a babysitter in sight
My mom said “No little snot-nosed kid
Is gonna keep me home tonight”
So she tossed me in the Datsun
And to the Rawhide she drove
Well, I wasn’t there but for a minute or two
Before I was the belle of the ball
Let me tell you folks,
Skeeter taught me how to take a punch
Kitty taught me how to punch back
And Tammy showed me just how to turn my cheek
To save what dignity that I have
If you’re wondering how some San Francisco girl
Could be qualified to sing country songs
Well, my mama was a cocaine cowgirl
And she took me to the honky tonk
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Noticed By You
04:40
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Noticed By You
I shaved my legs for you.
I put on false eyelashes, too.
I mastered that cat eye I’ve seen,
In fashion magazines.
I heard you like Vonnegut,
So I read every book of his.
What do I have to do,
To be noticed by you?
Oh it’s rough. I give up.
If I’m not good enough, neither are you.
It’s my turn to be heard.
I’m done with trying, I’m not such a fool
I wore uncomfortable shoes,
Cinched in my waistline, too.
I couldn’t walk or eat,
But, I turned a few heads on the street.
I excel at all that I do,
But still no reading from you.
What do I have to do,
To be noticed by you?
It’s my turn to be heard.
I’m done with trying, I’m not such a fool for you
Oh it’s rough. I give up.
If I’m not good enough, neither are you
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Get Behind Me Satan
02:33
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Written by Ann C. Kiker, Doris Hamilton
Well, I hail from Kentucky and I'm headed down Georgia way
I got a score to settle and an awful lotta things to say
A sassie lassie done stole my man
If that don't make me mad, nothing can
When I get going, there ain't no slowing
Get behind me satan and push
Get behind me satan, get behind me satan
Get behind me satan and push
Through the Georgia pines, like a mountain lion
Come on satan and push
When I get started, don't you stand too close
'Cause I can cause more trouble than most
And I ain't in no mood to boast
Get behind me satan and push
Well, I mind my business and you can do the same
But if you're looking for trouble, then trouble is my name
I got a streak if meanness that just won't quit
I ain't never met my match yet
Look out woman, dynamite's coming
Get behind me satan and push
Get behind me satan, get behind me satan
Get behind me satan and push
I'm real darn mad, and that's just too bad
Come on satan and push
This Kentucky dame ain't nobody's fool
And it's a little too late to be playing cool
I'm mad like a hornet, yelling "Darn it!"
Get behind me satan and push
Get behind me satan, get behind me satan
Get behind me satan and push
Get behind me satan, get behind me satan
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Written by Loretta Lynn
You've come to tell me something you say I ought to know
That he don't love me anymore and I'll have to let him go
You say you're gonna take him oh but I don't think you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man
Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man
Sometimes a man start lookin' at things that he don't need
He took a second look at you but he's in love with me
Well I don't know where they leave you oh but I know where I'll stand
And you ain't woman enough to take my man
Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him I'd have to move over
And I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man
No, you ain't woman enough to take my man
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Written by Johnny Macrae
You're goin' out again tonight and you'll end up gettin' tight
Then when your money's gone you'll come crawlin' home to me
You'll think you're quiet as a mouse as you come stumblin' through the house
And find the note with these parting words from me
Many happy hangovers to you may your life be blessed with more than a few
For our love can never be you hold the bottle more than me
Many happy hangovers to you
When tomorrow's sun comes up you'll be sicker than a pup
And your blood shot eyes will look around for me
But you'll find yourself alone like the many nights I've known
With only lonely walls for company
Many happy hangovers to you may your life be blessed with more than a few
For our love can never be you hold the bottle more than me
Many happy hangovers to you
Many happy hangovers to you
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