When Momma ain't happy...
the clouds keep on glidin'
the ground still moves and shakes
When Momma ain't happy...
Her voice is still soft and sweet
but the way she moves lets you know.
When Momma ain't happy...
you hope everythings al'right
cause the needle is kept sharp
the backin' becomes bittersweet
and the cliff is most assuredly left steep
When Momma ain't happy...
You know you better keep fast on your feet.
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