There's a picture on the wall when Momma was pretty

She had new clothes and she had nice things

There ain't a day when she ain't worried

Worried bout tomorrow and whatever it brings

Flat bed

Flat head

Tin pot nelly

Broken axel on the side of the road

Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies

Put it on the highway where the city people go

Corn in the crib

And it bone dry

And there ain't nothing that daddy ain't tried

Little brother and a gunny sack

Sistеr left home and she won't comе back

Flat bed

Flat head

Tin pot nelly

Broken axel on the side of the road

Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies

Put it on the highway where the city people go

If I was a river I would raise my tide

If I was a groom I would leave my bride

If I was a road I'd straighten my bends

And I'd never ever look back again

Flat bed

Flat head

Tin pot nelly

Broken axel on the side of the road

Momma's got a cupboard of jams and jellies

Put it on the highway where the city people go

Put it on the highway where the city people go

Put it on the highway

Put it on the highway

Put it on the highway where the city people go