Mama's all wet from the tears that are running down her neck
She don't know why, yeah, her little
Girl's stoned and it makes her cry
Mama, you know that I love you, but I don't need no telling
You should have learned me instead of preaching and good book selling
Ain't it a fact that I'm sorry
But I need a life to call my own
Too much country water
Too much country water
Mama would say, "You can't go down to the creek on Sundays"
This is the way, a little bit stronger day by day
Mama, I'm wasting, for what I've seen and I ain't been tasting
I gotta go, yeah, a rude girl's child is on her own
Ain't it a fact that I'm sorry
But I need a life to call my own
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Mmm, yeah
I, I gotta find a way to get my day
Making a law, sweet, sweet, sweet, whatever
You gotta know why
Got a lonely little whistle, gotta make my mind fly
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Mama's all wet from the tears that are running down her neck
She don't know why, yeah, her little
Girl's stoned and it makes her cry
Mama would say, "You can't go down to the creek on Sundays"
This is the way, yeah, a little bit stronger day by day
Ain't it a fact that I'm sorry
But I need a life to call my own
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Ah, yeah, too much country water
Too much country water (Getting water, yeah)
Too much country water (Getting water, yeah)
Too much country water (Gotta get me water)
Too much country water (Gotta get me some water)
Too much country water (Gotta get me some water)
Too much country water (Yeah)
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
Too much country water
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