Ain't No Friend
Hey mama you put food on the table
Daddys always gone out on the road
Its hard for a lonely girl to stay faithful
But that taxi driver ain't the way to go
How could a man steals another's family
Dont you know he's gonna take us down in shame
Follow the love dont go chasing money
Cuz the only thing he'll leave behind is his name
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
This is the last frontier of foul mouths and boozers
Oklahoma could have made a happy home, round
Here is Lumberjacks, linemen and losers
Not a soul here is gonna bring us hope
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
Get the dinner off the stove
Light up another smoke
Pack up everything we own
Lock the door and hold me tight
We can make it til the morning light
Get out the map and lets just drive away far away
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
Hey mamma, you know I love you, but John Ruggles ain't no friend of
Ain't no friend, ain't no friend of mine
Daddys always gone out on the road
Its hard for a lonely girl to stay faithful
But that taxi driver ain't the way to go
How could a man steals another's family
Dont you know he's gonna take us down in shame
Follow the love dont go chasing money
Cuz the only thing he'll leave behind is his name
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
This is the last frontier of foul mouths and boozers
Oklahoma could have made a happy home, round
Here is Lumberjacks, linemen and losers
Not a soul here is gonna bring us hope
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
Get the dinner off the stove
Light up another smoke
Pack up everything we own
Lock the door and hold me tight
We can make it til the morning light
Get out the map and lets just drive away far away
Cuz He gonna come home stumbling around 3am
Waiving that gun and swinging dat bottle of Gin
Might even throw a punch, drunker than a skunk
Hey mamma, you know I love ya
But John Ruggles ain't no friend of mine
Hey mamma, you know I love you, but John Ruggles ain't no friend of
Ain't no friend, ain't no friend of mine
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Writer(s): Britton Joseph Cameron, Houston Bernard
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