Текст песни Run Back To Mama

If you can't face the day You'd better stay in bed, girl It's not my only job To organize your head, girl You say that married life Is such a hellish load If you can't take it girl Just pack your bags and hit the road Run back to mama Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things Run back to mama Will you always be tied to those apron strings? You say my jokes are crude You think I am a sinner You say I yell too loud Each time you burn the dinner You say I treat you Like a child that's misbehavin' If you can't take it girl It just you best be "On your way" Run back to mama Tell her that I do all sorts of terrible things Run back to mama Will you always be tied to those apron strings? Run back to mama Tell her that I do all sort of terrible things Run back to mama Will you always be tied to those apron string?