Oh Mama Original song by: Bill Dickson All Rights reserved He came from Toronto, He borrowed my truck, He said he'd be working tomorrow, I thought he was an old friend, So I let him in, He said he'd be leaving tomorrow. Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, Now all my troubles are double, Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, I think I've burst my bubble. He's drinking my whiskey, He's chasing my wife, He's all the time stroking her leather, The man should be shot! But I just had a knife, We rolled down the stairs and the knife took his life, Now I'll be in cages for ages. He's drinking my whiskey, He's chasing my wife, He's all the time stroking her leather, The man should be shot! But I just had a knife, We rolled down the stairs the knife took his life, Now I'll be in cages for ages. Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, Now all my troubles are double, Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, I think I've burst my bubble. Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, Now all my troubles are double, Oh Mama, Mama, what have I done, I think I've burst my bubble. I think I've burst my bubble, I think I've- POP
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