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

Daddy, don't make me fancy-dance around
Painted up in that make-up like a clown
If I see another stockin', Lord
I swear to God, I'm walkin', Lord
Daddy, don't make me fancy-dance around

Well, I'm comin' 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?
"Doin' right, or am I doin' time?"

Lover, don't make me hit the road again
I can barely feel your fingers on my skin
I'm been bookin' every city
Lookin' sad, but lookin' pretty, lookin'
Lover, don't make me hit the road the again

Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been
Runnin' around in circles made of sin
I've been drinkin' like my daddy
And he ain't ever had his last one, had he?
Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been

Well, I'm comin' 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?
"Doin' right, or am I doin' 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 gettin' older
Mama, don't make me put on the dress again

Well, I'm comin' 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?
"Doin' right, or am I doin' time?"
"Doin' right, or am I doin' time?"

Bo-hoo



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Firkus
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