Tell His Mama Lyrics

Got a ring worn in his back pocket from a can of skoal

But he promised he'd let that habit go

For me

His smile is shy but when he talks he looks me in the eye

Grabs me by the hand and always walks on the outside

Of the street

He'll kiss me at the door then tip his hat goodnight

Leaves me wondering if I'm still running through his mind

Like he is through mine

Does he like his whiskey neat or mixed with somethin' sweet

Like his trucks built ford tough or does he rock a chevy

When he's backroad stuck is he turning up waylon or going strait

Does he think that meeting me was luck or fate

And when he picks up that phone to call back home

What does he tell his mama

What does he tell his mama

He's got big city dreams planted deep in the bible belt

Talks in verses but he don't talk about himself

Too much

His strong hands seem to fit like they were always meant for mine

When we touch does he get the same rush

Does he like his whiskey neat or mixed with somethin' sweet

Like his trucks built ford tough or does he rock a chevy

When he's backroad stuck is he turning up waylon or going strait

Does he think that meeting me was luck or fate

And when he picks up that phone to call back home

What does he tell his mama

What does he tell his mama

I can't wait for the day

I get to meet her face to face

Tell her 'bout the son she raised

But for now I'm still figuring him out

Does he like his whiskey neat or mixed with somethin' sweet

Like his trucks built ford tough or does he rock a chevy

When he's backroad stuck is he turning up waylon or going strait

Does he think that meeting me was luck or fate

And when he picks up that phone to call back home

What does he tell his mama

Can't wait to meet his mama