Story Behind The Song
Momma expecting too much from her daughters boyfriends.
Song Description
Momma's look for the perfect man for their daughters and tend to look for someone like their husbands.
However, they forget that when they met their husband, he was a rebel and not like he is now. The daughters boyfriend will of course end up going the same way and it's unfair for the mother to expect anything less.
Song Length |
3:10 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Americana |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Stressed, Troubled |
Subject |
Mother, Mother |
Language |
English |
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Lyrics
Ain't Datin' Your Momma
VERSE
Your Momma told you there's a kind of man, you should never meet,
you'd better cross the street.
I'm a bad boy, there's no doubt, If I entered your life she'd throw me out.
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PRE-CHORUS
You need some good times and you'll get them from me.
You're a wild child so let me set you free.
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CHORUS
Ain't datin' your Momma, why can't she understand?
All down the ages, Momma's had a crazy plan.
They searched for clones, of the perfect man.
Ain't datin' your Momma, we've got to make a stand.
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VERSE
Our generation see things a different way, to way back when, it's not the same today.
And I'll bet your Momma back then said the same.
You're her little baby, so it's a different game.
PRE-CHORUS
You ain't been nowhere, you should walk on the wild side.
Cos' you're a wild child so let me give you a free ride.
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CHORUS
Ain't datin' your Momma, why can't she understand?
All down the ages, Momma's had a crazy plan.
They searched for clones, of the perfect man.
Ain't datin' your Momma, we've got to make a stand.
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Next Page - Repeat Chorus
CHORUS
Ain't datin' your Momma, why can't she understand?
All down the ages, Momma's had a crazy plan.
They searched for clones, of the perfect man.
Ain't datin' your Momma, we've got to make a stand.
END