[00:00.00] 作曲 : Angaleena Presley/Ashley Monroe
[00:00.05] 作词 : Ashley Monroe/Miranda Lambert/Angaleena Presley
[00:00.10]Milkman
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[00:12.22]If mama would've loved the milkman
[00:15.04]
[00:15.04]Maybe she wouldn't judge me
[00:17.54]
[00:18.00]If she'd've had a ride in his white van
[00:20.73]
[00:21.30]Up and down Baker Street
[00:23.54]
[00:23.57]On a Monday with her hair down and hand about to slide between his knees
[00:31.51]
[00:33.05]But mama never did love nothin' but daddy and me
[00:37.90]
[00:42.12]If mama would've smoked her a cigarette
[00:45.27]
[00:45.27]Maybe she wouldn't judge me
[00:47.99]
[00:47.99]If she'd've done more than the dishes
[00:51.30]
[00:51.30]Untied them apron strings
[00:53.92]
[00:53.92]She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch mixing whiskey and sweet tea
[01:01.32]
[01:03.65]Mama never did think twice about feelin' this free
[01:08.38]
[01:10.12]Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
[01:15.30]
[01:16.25]Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
[01:19.96]
[01:22.15]She might've made it past the water tower
[01:27.14]
[01:27.22]If she'd've loved the milkman, mmh, mmh
[01:37.70]
[01:37.82]mama~~
[01:42.27]
[02:14.56]If I could be more like mama
[02:16.87]
[02:17.22]Maybe she wouldn't judge me
[02:19.71]
[02:20.35]Sometimes I think mama
[02:22.97]
[02:22.97]Wants to be more like we
[02:25.47]
[02:25.47]But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray and the years have started showing on her cheeks
[02:33.35]
[02:35.20]'Cause mama never did have nothin' but daddy and me
[02:39.80]
[02:41.77]Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
[02:47.15]
[02:47.82]Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
[02:51.50]
[02:53.72]She might've made it past the water tower
[02:58.65]
[02:59.12]If she'd've loved the milkman, mmh, mmh
[03:05.01]
[03:05.72]Mmh, mmh
[03:07.80]
[03:09.27]Mmh, mmh
[03:11.19]
[03:12.25]Uh uh uh
[03:13.92]
[03:15.19]Uh uh uh
[03:18.01]

作曲 : Angaleena Presley/Ashley Monroe
作词 : Ashley Monroe/Miranda Lambert/Angaleena Presley
Milkman
If mama would've loved the milkman
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
If she'd've had a ride in his white van
Up and down Baker Street
On a Monday with her hair down and hand about to slide between his knees
But mama never did love nothin' but daddy and me
If mama would've smoked her a cigarette
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
If she'd've done more than the dishes
Untied them apron strings
She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch mixing whiskey and sweet tea
Mama never did think twice about feelin' this free
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
She might've made it past the water tower
If she'd've loved the milkman, mmh, mmh
mama~~
If I could be more like mama
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
Sometimes I think mama
Wants to be more like we
But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray and the years have started showing on her cheeks
'Cause mama never did have nothin' but daddy and me
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
She might've made it past the water tower
If she'd've loved the milkman, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh
Uh uh uh
Uh uh uh