Now son don't you listen
To that Rock and Roll
'Cause I was brought up by my Momma
And we were poor as dirt
And the music made us feel better
Everytime our stomachs hurt.
My Momma had soul
My Momma had soul
We may've not had a lot to eat
In the house
But we always had some music
That was playing real loud
My Momma had soul
My Momma had soul
When things were going bad
And the house got dark
Me and Momma'd sit on a bench
Out in the park
We'd hear the jukebox playing
In the corner bar
And the music made us dance and
Sing underneath the summer stars.
You know my Momma got older as
The years went along
But she never got so old
She couldn't dance
To a Rock and Roll song
When I was just a boy I was never told Now son don't you listen To that Rock and Roll 'Cause I was brought up by my Momma And we were poor as dirt And the music made us feel better Everytime our stomachs hurt. My Momma had soul My Momma had soul We may've not had a lot to eat In the house But we always had some music That was playing real loud My Momma had soul My Momma had soul When things were going bad And the house got dark Me and Momma'd sit on a bench Out in the park We'd hear the jukebox playing In the corner bar And the music made us dance and Sing underneath the summer stars. You know my Momma got older as The years went along But she never got so old She couldn't dance To a Rock and Roll song Explain Request ×
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