Tom: D
E
Well my momma used to tell me
A
A good woman's hard to find
E
Get a God fearin down home girl
That'll stay right by your side
E
Well mommas boy's grown up
A D
And there's been a change in plans
G D
Cuz I love the women
A D E
My momma can't stand
Chorus:
A
Talking little tank tops
D
Tight fittin jeans
E
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of no Jim Beam
A D
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
G D A D E
I love women my momma can't stand
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:
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
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:
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
