Milkman

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 her 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, mmm If I could be more like Mama Maybe she wouldn't judge me Sometimes I think Mama Wants to be more like me 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 Mhmm, mhmm Mhmm, mhmm Mhmm, mhmm