Mama Don't Make Me Put on the Dress Again

Mama, don't make me put on the dress again

I can't stand the way it opens when I spin

Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I'm only getting older

Mama, don't make me put on the dress again

Daddy, don't make me fancy dance around

Paint up in that makeup like a clown

If I see another stocking, Lord

I swear to God, I'm walking, Lord

Daddy, don't make me fancy dance around

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so

It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it

Doing right or am I doing time?

Lover, don't make me hit the road again

I can barely feel your fingers on my skin

I've been booking every city

Looking sad, but looking pretty, looking

Lover, don't make me hit the road again

Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been

Running around in circles made of sin

I've been drinking like my daddy

And he ain't never had his last one, had he?

Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so

It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it

Doing right or am I doing time?

Farther from my home, the more I wish it

The longer I've been gone, the more I miss it

Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I swear I'm only getting older

Mama don't make me put on the dress again

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so

It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it

Doing right or am I doing time?

Doing right or am I doing time?