1985
Momma wore tall boots n tight skirts, lived up in the city 1985
I live in her future, sittin in the study, guitar outta the closet of this guy a friend of mine
I'm at his hacienda , for the summer, robots do the work its cool n rainy on this mountain,
his god gave him parameters but now he's doing time, a real nice guy we hug and cry,
I'm here to get away for a while
I'm here to get away for a while
Momma wore tight skirts n tall boots
lived in the city 1985,
her dna is priceless, pure gold, say I gotta case of her smiling eyes
Boy this is a nice guitar, the children dont know where they are, they're sittin at the counter, 3 of em around her,
i tell them to behave, Cause i need my peace of mind,
cause I came to get away for a while,
I need to get away for a while
I came to get away, for a while
