Sorry Momma (Acoustic) (feat. Hunter Phelps)

It ain't my fault that Lynchburg Tennessee makes it taste like that
It goes down smooth and damn it I want more
If them Mendocino groves didn't take me higher than the Rockies
I wouldn't be lighting up and knocking on the devil's door

Wasn't supposed to chew red man
Wasn't supposed to drink
Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
And sing these songs I sing
Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
Lord knows I'm to blame
So I'm sorry mama for the hell you raised

Wasn't supposed to bring her home
But I brought her home and got down on one knee
And here we are waiting on a cab half past three
On the side of the street
I've lied, I've cheated, cussed at Jesus
Every prayer she prays I need it
I hope he knows she damn sure tried
'Cause I know that I

Wasn't supposed to chew red man
Wasn't supposed to drink
Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
And sing these songs I sing
Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
Lord knows I'm to blame
So I'm sorry mama for the hell you raised

You never miss a Sunday service
And I never miss a Saturday night

Wasn't supposed to chew red man
Wasn't supposed to drink
Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
And sing these songs I sing
Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
Lord knows I'm to blame
So I'm sorry mama for the hell you raised
Yeah I'm sorry mama for the hell you raised