Mae Estes Hell You Raised
Mama said you better watch your mouth if you ain't got nothin nice to say
Just bat your eyes & keep it quiet
Loose lips sink ships everyday
Don't be coming home late from a night out drinkin
Sneakin up the back porch steps
Cause there's a 44 layin on the bedside table & it ain't missed anything yet
Mama tried but some things just can't be saved
& I know mama's cried watchin her baby girl slip away
I'm the head heathen, the soul reason your pretty little hearts been broke, & you know I don't mean to get into thе trouble I've come to know
You can takе the credit, you can take the blame, but mama I'm the hell you raised
There's always an apple on the family tree that's got a few more bruises than the rest
But mama tried to shine it up real nice but she could still throw it down with the rest
Her American spirit runs deeper than you think at the end of a real long day, you could smell it on her breath when she walks in but I'm a cigarette from the same tray
Im the head heathen, the soul reason your pretty little hearts been broke, & you know I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit, you can take the blame, but mama I'm the hell you raised
Ohhh woah
Mama tried to keep the fire from burning me
But it was a waste of time
I come by it honestly
I'm the head heathen, the soul reason your pretty little hearts been broke, & you know I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
Im the head heathen, the soul reason your pretty little hearts been broke, & you know I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit, you can take the blame
Ain't no denying we're the same
You can take the credit, you can take the blame
But mama I'm the hell you raised
