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Lyrics
The boys and I bought a load of beer
We jumped in dads car and hit every gear
Drove on down to the river Kern
Drank and laughed we had no concerns
The nights are hot around Bakersfield
We were havin’ fun til I saw the shield
He said ”Hey boys you all been drinking?”
This car looks like your daddy’s Lincoln
And I said sir
Don’t call dad
He’s gonna be awful mad
He’s gonna make me work hard day and night
Bustin’ my hump ‘til I make it right
Please sir
Don’t call dad
Dad walked in the police station
Wished I were in another nation
I couldn’t hide, had nowhere to run
He expected better from his son
Think I saw a little fire in his eye
Wondered what happens when you die
He said boy see the end of this boot?
That’s from me but your mom she may shoot
I said sir
Don’t tell mom
She’ll go off like a bomb
I shamed her that’s what she’s gonna say
You’ve made your bed and there you’ll lay
Please sir
Don’t tell mom
Now he could have not hurt me any much more
If’n he threw me through our old front door
Cause momma was the kind of woman that a son
Couldn’t let down oh don’t give her a gun
I said sir
Don’t tell mom
She’ll go off like a bomb
I shamed her that’s what she’s gonna say
You’ve made your bed and there you’ll lay
Please sir
Don’t tell mom
Now mamma she laid down the law
Looks like I’ve broken her last straw
I said sir
Why’d you have to tell mom
2009 copyright Ted Bryson/Mike Hardcastle