Satin Skirt And Dancin Shoes

Intro: verse 1 They built this club back when I was three Momma sang for dollars and Daddy drank for free While I’d hide in the kitchen eatin’ rich folk’s hors d’oeuvres And listenin’ to them talk about Momma's sweet young curves Now, Momma was a lady, never did nothin’ wrong Lord, could she help it if her legs were too long She sang hymns Sunday mornings, but at night she’d sing the blues In her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes verse 2 There’s a picture of Momma hanging over the bar Papa said that one day he would make her a star But time goes by, dreams and pictures fade Cruel drink became Papa’s only crusade Broken hearts and cigarette smoke Well, I spent my time just growing up broke I’d wear Papa’s shirt, still smellin’ of the booze And Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes Instrumental: verse 3 Well, Papa drank himself six feet under dirt Momma, she got tired of her satin skirt She left it to me with her shoes and a note “When life is funny”, was all that she wrote Well, I don't know how I made it this far I didn’t learn much in that lonely old bar But I learned how to flirt and to sing the blues In Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes Instrumental: Oh, now, Momma was a lady, oh, never did nothin’ wrong But her hair was too wavy and her legs were too long She’d look like an angel with nothing left to lose Oh, in her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes She’d praise god Sunday morning, but at night she’d sing the blues In a satin skirt and dancin’ shoes