Milkman - Pistol Annies

Lyrics by：Angaleena Presley/Miranda Lambert/Ashley Monroe

Composed by：Angaleena Presley/Miranda Lambert/Ashley Monroe

If mama would've loved the milkman

Maybe she wouldn't judge me

If she'd've had a ride in his white van

Up and down baker street

On a Monday with her hair down

And hand about to slide between his knees

But mama never did love nothin' but daddy and me

If mama would've smoked her a cigarette

Maybe she wouldn't judge me

If she'd've done more than the dishes

Untied them apron strings

She'd be sittin' in her sundress on

The back porch mixing whiskey and sweet tea

Mama never did think twice about

Feelin' this free

Mama never liked to pick wild flowers

Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin

She might've made it past the water tower

If she'd've loved the milkman mmh mmh

If I could be more like mama

Maybe she wouldn't judge me

Sometimes I think mama

Wants to be more like we

But it's too late

'Cause her hair's gray and the years

Have started showing on her cheeks

'Cause mama never did have nothin'

But daddy and me

Mama never liked to pick wild flowers

Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin

She might've made it past the water tower

If she'd've loved the milkman mmh mmh

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