Story Behind The Song
Originally intended as a tongue-in-cheek counterweight to recent politically-charged country songs, ended up making its own statement about common sense, which may be more apropos in these weird times. Like other album-oriented rock bands, Rivet Gun also enjoys foraying into country music. The piano heavy arrangement is a nod to the Stones' "Let It Bleed."
Song Description
A tongue-in-cheek, upbeat tale of driving under the influence of mother's ruin (gin), smashing through a stop sign, facing the consequences but in the end, not learning a lesson. One should always listen to mother's advice.
| Song Length |
3:46 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Sociable |
Subject |
Life, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
| Similar Artists |
Lucinda Williams, Emmylou Harris |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Swerving curving drivin' unstraight hit the brakes too late
Crossed yellow lines plowed clean through a stop sign
Flashing red, white lights you shinin' sirens whinin'
Shit, the cops, had a few too many sodee pops
Mama always said use your head, take my advice
That's life, it's real, gotta deal
With the trouble and the strife
Surly burly lady in blue probly six foot and two
Gripped my collar in her fist lookin' right pissed
Said dear you're in a world of shit, sit tight here
Patted her taser twice went n' got me breathalyzed
Mama always said use your head, take my advice
That's life, it's real, gotta deal
With the trouble and the strife
Blew a two dot oh, tripped over my left big toe
Hauled my sorry ass in stinkin' of mother's ruin
Called my baby, skipped right in, shot me a grin
Tellin' you again ain't no good come outta gin
Judge opined, I'm of a mind to teach your kind
Sentence you to pick up trash, them empty flasks
And pay a fine and... and fix the damn stop sign
Said I am truly sorry ma'am, never happen again
Not long from then my other baby bought me a gin
Don't recall much, lots o' cops, stop signs n' such
Hailed both my babies from the jail to post up bail
Still waitin' in this here cell can I git an aw hell
Mama always said use your head, take my advice
That's life, it's real, gotta deal
With the trouble and the strife
Mama always said use your head, take my advice
That's life, it's real, gotta deal
With the trouble and the strife