Chapman-Whitney
Running down the road, women on my tail
A beat-up Ford on a lonesome trail
Peg-leg Annie's gonna scratch out my eye
She in league with the devil but don't ask me ..
(Why?) Ah, she took it so bad
(Why?) I used all that she had
(Why?) I said her mama was mad
(Mama was mad, mama was mad).
Stopped at a truck-stop outside New Orleans
Hunched in a corner eating gumbo 'n' beans
In steps Roxy looking a mess
A rip in her blouse and a stain on her dress.
(Why?) She's been riding the trucks
(Why?) She says everyone s**s
(Why?) She ran out of good looks
(Out of good looks, out of good looks).
But you end up sleazy, peepin' through keyholes on your bended knees
Oh, you can't be easy, yeah, they'll bust up you head and steal your keys.
Mmm, I'm running down the road, women on my tail
One of these b**hes gonna put me in jail
The sheriff of the county wants me held on a rap
I sped through the border with a gal on my lap.
(Why?) Ah, you can't catch me, no
(Why?) Down South I will be well
(Why?) I said everything's free, ooh, everything's free, ooh, you can't catch me, no.
(Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother
(Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother
(Mama was mad, mama was mad) mad as a mother
(Mama was mad, mama was mad).