Nashville, Tennessee She said, hey cowboy, get off of that cow Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' down Got my low-cut dress and my knee-high boots I'm like money, burnin', nothin' to lose You're the man of the house, you better think of somethin' I'm a low-key dressed up for nothin' She said, I've been cooped up in this house all week It's time to pick it up and move it down to Parlor Street Lookin' like Broadway, y'all She said, settle up, oh, it's your lucky day And I'm a she-cat tiger comin' out of the cave People go high rollin', a beer joint jumpin' But mama don't get dressed up for nothin' She's so hard to handle, she's a little high-strung I see her bed and I praise the one Yeah, love depends, she gets wound up I'm a Jaguar, she's my lady love We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar Ain't that right, Nashville? We're gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor She said, set up your shoes and break out your cream She said, set up your shoes and break out your cream Yeah, throw a whole roll of quarters in the boogie machine We're gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox hoppin' Mama don't get dressed up for nothin' Yeah, high rollin', a beer joint jumpin' Mama don't get dressed up for nothin' Yeah, babe, you better thank her someday Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothin' Yeah, mama don't Mama don't Mama don't Yeah, mama got on them high heels, baby Don't get dressed up for nothin' Mama don't Oh, mama don't Mama don't get dressed up for nothin' Thank you!