Snaggle Tooth Mama

Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama

Don't know no shoes

I got a tin-roof tan

With my cold crib daddy right by my side

We do the best that we can

I live so far out down the country roads

There ain't nothin’ for hours

By the time I get back from the grocery store

The milk's already gone sour

Well, mechanic says my pickup ain't doin’ so hot

But it sounds pretty good to me

It may be old and it may be run-down

But it can still climb the hills of Tennessee

Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama

Don't know no shoes

I got a tin-roof tan

With my cold crib daddy right by my side

We do the best that we can

Well I get my clothes from the local dump

They call it the Flatwood Mall

Folks 'round here don't know the difference

Between a dump and a hole in the wall

Well I go skinny dippin’ when the moon's too loud

And I wear my Daisy Dukes too high

Between the midnight kisses and the front porch sittin’

I love my backwoods life

Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama

Don't know no shoes

I got a tin-roof tan

With my cold crib daddy right by my side

We do the best that we can

Well I'm a snaggle-tooth mama

Don't know no shoes

I got a tin-roof tan

With my cold crib daddy right by my side

We do the best that we can

We do the best that we can

We do the best that we can