Mama talkin' about
She so broken
She was standin' behind the glass
Actin' like a peepin' tom
We don know when pappy gon come home
Everyone sips sweet tea
Don know where they belong.

We wearin' bonnets
Clever lil debutante gloves
Drinkin' whiskey grins
Coupled with who we wan
Our men to be
Seekin' out that M.R.S. degree
They call it
With a yeehaw
And a tip of the hat
Another engagement
I'm the old maiden
I know I got another round
Of reinventing myself ahead.

Mama in a big empty house
I complain about my ex boyfriend
Not checkin' in
I wonder really
How much he gotta carry
Or if we ever really
Carried me at all.

My room has a treasure trove
Of photos from the land before time
Papa say he stayin'
With one or two friend
We don know if he comin' back
Mama gotta pick herself back up
Just as I am
Just as I do
But I'm a city girl now
I'm a city girl now

Mama
You gotta find your place to stand.