Jon T. Howard: Songs

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Mama’s Boy

I know your kind I’ve seen it before
Shit hits the fan man you’re out the door
You owe me nothin’ but what about yourself
Seems your mama never weaned you off her milk

Is it too much to ask?
Oh Lord I guess it is
If you’re ever gonna last
You better figure out a way to thicken up your skin

Mama, Mama……Mama’s boy you’ll always be
Nothin’ but trouble yeah you’re trouble
Nothin’ but trouble for me

Make up your mind I can’t take it anymore
Just be a man stop keepin’ score
You try so hard to rebel
But you wear that dear in the headlight look so well

Now that the stones have been cast
So much for the honeymoon bliss
Who’s gonna have the last laugh
Yeah there’s nothin’ more painful then a Judas kiss

Mama, Mama……Mama’s boy you’ll always be
Nothin’ but trouble yeah you’re trouble
Nothin’ but trouble for me
That’s right……