Momma's boys |
LyricsMomma's Boys Yves Stilmant © 2025Verse 1 We were skippin' stones, shootin' cans, Dirty hands and bigger plans. Barefoot runs through the backyard gate, Didn't know nothin' 'bout slowin' our pace. Pre-Chorus Every time we thought we'd win, That wooden spoon came swingin' in. But through the tears and the noise... Verse 2 Caught a ride on the neighbor's mule, Stole some pie, broke all the rules. When the screen door slammed, we knew-- She was comin' fast in house shoes. Pre-Chorus Every time we thought we'd win, That wooden spoon came swingin' in. But through the tears and the noise... Chorus We were Momma's boys, runnin' wild, Dirt on our jeans, crooked smiles. Got the belt, got the blame, Still she loved us just the same. Yeah, we gave her hell and joy-- But we were Momma's boys. Bridge Now I see her in the mirror's face, Chasin' my own boys every day. I laugh, I cry, I understand, The grace inside her hands. Outro We were wild, we were loud, We were wrong and way too proud. But through every broken toy... We were still Momma's boys. Chorus We were Momma's boys, runnin' wild, Dirt on our jeans, crooked smiles. Got the belt, got the blame, Still she loved us just the same. Yeah, we gave her hell and joy-- But we were Momma's boys. Chorus We were Momma's boys, runnin' wild, Dirt on our jeans, crooked smiles. Got the belt, got the blame, Still she loved us just the same. Yeah, we gave her hell and joy-- But we were Momma's boys. |
| Lyric Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Music Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Producer Credits: Lumiere Soundworks/Audio Alchemy Productions |
| Publisher Credits: Groove Tattoo Publishing |
| Performance Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Song Length: 3:26 |
| Primary Genre: Country-Rock |
| Secondary Genre: - |
| Tempo / Feel: Slow (71 - 90) |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |