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verse 1
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They built this club back when I was three
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Momma sang for dollars and Daddy drank for free
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While I’d hide in the kitchen eatin’ rich folk’s hors d’oeuvres
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And listenin’ to them talk about Momma's sweet young curves
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Now, Momma was a lady, never did nothin’ wrong
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Lord, could she help it if her legs were too long
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She sang hymns Sunday mornings, but at night she’d sing the blues
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In her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
verse 2
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There’s a picture of Momma hanging over the bar
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Papa said that one day he would make her a star
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But time goes by, dreams and pictures fade
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Cruel drink became Papa’s only crusade
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Broken hearts and cigarette smoke
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Well, I spent my time just growing up broke
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I’d wear Papa’s shirt, still smellin’ of the booze
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And Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
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verse 3
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Well, Papa drank himself six feet under dirt
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Momma, she got tired of her satin skirt
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She left it to me with her shoes and a note
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“When life is funny”, was all that she wrote
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Well, I don't know how I made it this far
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I didn’t learn much in that lonely old bar
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But I learned how to flirt and to sing the blues
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In Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
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Oh, now, Momma was a lady, oh, never did nothin’ wrong
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But her hair was too wavy and her legs were too long
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She’d look like an angel with nothing left to lose
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Oh, in her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
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She’d praise god Sunday morning, but at night she’d sing the blues
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In a satin skirt and dancin’ shoes