E
Well my momma used to tell me 
                         A
A good woman's hard to find
       E
Get a God fearin down home girl
                             
That'll stay right by your side
      E
Well mommas boy's grown up
                              A   D
And there's been a change in plans
    G            D
Cuz I love the women 
    A     D     E
My momma can't stand


Chorus:
         A
Talking little tank tops
               D
Tight fittin jeans
 E
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of no Jim Beam
A                          D
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
G       D         A    D     E
I love women my momma can't stand



Well I'm just a good ol boy
Ain't doin nothing wrong
Just cuz I like to hang out 
Where the girls hang all night long
I'm kinda partial to the ladies
Who party with the band
Ya I love the women my momma can't stand


Chorus:
Two timing, four wheel driving
Eight ball shootin babies
Four letter word using girls gone half crazy
Scared as hell of wedding bells and diamonds on their hands
Yes I love the women my momma can't stand



Well now I probably outta settle down 
Before I get too old
Find me an angel who fits my momma's 
Picture perfect mold
But my bad reputation
Has made me a branded man
And everybody knows I love the women my momma can't stand


Chorus:
Talking little tank tops
Tight fittin jeans
Blue collar babies who ain't scared of no Jim Beam
Red lipstick on a Daytona tan
I love women my momma can't stand
Ya from New York to California 
To right here in dixieland
I love the women my momma can't stand
Ya tonight I'm just callin all women
My momma can't stand