Momma Ain’t Happy

When Momma ain’t happy…

the clouds keep on glidin’

the ground still moves and shakes

 

When Momma ain’t happy…

Her voice is still soft and sweet

but the way she moves lets you know.

 

When Momma ain’t happy…

you hope everything’s all’right

cause the needle is kept sharp

the bakein’ becomes bittersweet

and the cliff is most assuredly left steep

 

When Momma ain’t happy…

You know you better keep fast on your feet.

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