Momma's Wine - Sunny Sweeney

Flat tire on the shoulder outside of Boulder colder than a witches tit

With a ford full of bandmates headed to the gig late wrapping up a two week trip

Well the gas light’s on with twelve miles left, there’s a wreck in the hammer

lane

Somebody better get me off this interstate before I go insane

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

All the guys in the band say I’m wound up way too tight

Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat

Bet you didn’t know momma rolled like that

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Well the truckstop diet food on the fly well we gotta get on down the road

Never knowing where we’re going, but the smoke is always blowing cause the guys

just lit a roach

There’s the police, grab the Febreze squirt a little in the air

Get me to the show before I go and pull out my damn hair

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

All the guys in the band say I’m wound up way too tight

Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat

Bet you didn’t know momma rolled like that

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

All the guys in the band say I’m wound up way too tight

Somebody get my bottle, somebody get my hat

Bet you didn’t know momma rolled like that

Momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Yeah momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight

Hey momma’s gonna have a little too much wine tonight