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
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
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