Mama, Dolly, Jesus (Apple Music Sessions)

Tell me, did you walk on water?

Do you know a woman named Jolene?

Can you claim me as your daughter?

Did you rock me to sleep? Pray for my soul to keep?

No, no, no, I don't think so, so, so

You ain't Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

They're the only voices in my head that I tend to agree with

So pick your bones and throw your stones, I ain't inclined to please you

Unless you're Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

Ooh-ooh-yeah

Those three got a lot in common

The kinds you wanna have a drink with

'Cause they love people at rock bottom

And they ain't gonna sit when there's a table to flip

So get off my back if you can't say that, that, that

You ain't Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

They're the only voices in my head that I tend to agree with

So pick your bones and throw your stones, I ain't inclined to please you

Unless you're Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

I can't pay my rent with your two cents

So keep it to yourself

And when I get lost, can't bear the cross

I know who can help

Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

They're the only voices in my head that I tend to agree with

So pick your bones and throw your stones, I ain't inclined to please you

Unless you're Mama, Dolly, or Jesus

Ooh-ooh-yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh