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Mama don't make me put on the dress again I can't stand the way it opens when I spin Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I'm only getting older Mama don't make me put on the dress again Daddy don't make me fancy dance around Painted up in that make-up like a clown If I see another stocking, lord I swear to God, I'm walking, lord Daddy don't make me fancy dance around Well, I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it: Doing right or am I doing time? Lover don't make me hit the road again I can barely feel your fingers on my skin I'm been booking every city Looking sad, but looking pretty, looking... Lover don't make me hit the road the again Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been Running around in circles made of sin I've been drinking like my daddy And he ain't ever had his last one, had he? SongtexteBrother, don't make me tell you where I've been Well, I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it: Doing right or am I doing time? The farther from my home, the more I wish it The longer I've been gone, the more I miss it Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I swear I'm only getting older Mama don't make me put on the dress again Well, I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so It gets harder on my hard earned money's dime To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it: Doing right or am I doing time? Doing right or am I doing time? Aus Songtexte Mania