Flat Tire Mama

I got a flat tire mama, she'll have a flat tire every day
I got a flat tire mama, she'll have a flat tire every day
She comes in four hours late, tell me she had a flat tire on the way

I got a flat tire mama, she ain't never on time
I got a flat tire mama, that girl can't tell no kind of time
I think she's mess'n round down at the bar, make'n her own kind of time
Yea I bought her a set of Michelins, she got 'em all flat
I bought her a set of Goodyears, she said she ran over some tacks
I bought her a set of Firestones, and I swear it never fails
She shows up late at my front gate and says she ran over a nail
I got a flat tire mama, she swears up and down it's true
I got a flat tire mama, yea she's give'n me the blues
I'm gonna find myself a spare tire at the bar, and give my flat tire mama the news
Flat tire mama, flat tire mama, flat tire mama, flat tire mama
I got a flat tire mama give'n me the blues



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Writer(s): Lloyd Hillard
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