Mama Hates Guitars

 

I still see that rusty mini van

With daddy drivin’ pull up in the yard

He’d been gone for weeks on end

Singin’ songs  and playin his guitar

I remember mama cryin’, sayin’ to us kids

That thing spends more nights in his arms

Than I ever did

 

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Mama hates guitars

And she hates the Delta Blues

That guitar came between them

And the Devil made him choose

Now we got lots of money

Cause daddy’s a star

But mama still don’t give a damn

Mama hates guitars

 

He used to play in little cheap hotels

Where the carpets smelled like cigarettes and beer

He worked those strings ‘til his fingers bled

That soulful sound was music to his ears

One day she put her foot down on the neck of that guitar

When she said, you can’t have us both

He broke mama’s heart

 

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Bridge:

Daddy’s livin’ uptown, in a big five star hotel

Mama’s just can’t seem to move outta her own private hell

 

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written by: Don Pfrimmer & Cyril Rawson

c…2008  EGBG Music (ascap). Rawsong Music (socan)