Black Jack Mama Townes Van Zandt
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Big blond mama, Lord
Apartment 213
Where she moves like a cobra snake
And she treats me like a king
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
I got a Nashville woman, Lord
She called me on the phone
Tells me to leave them
Houston girls alone
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
Ah, motorcycle mama, Lord
Monkey on her back
Takes DM from her saddlebags
Cocaine from her sack
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
Apartment 213
Where she moves like a cobra snake
And she treats me like a king
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
I got a Nashville woman, Lord
She called me on the phone
Tells me to leave them
Houston girls alone
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
Ah, motorcycle mama, Lord
Monkey on her back
Takes DM from her saddlebags
Cocaine from her sack
Roll me over easy, mama
Oh mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
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