If Mama would have loved the milkman, maybe she wouldn't judge me She'd have had a ride in his white van, up and down Baker Street On a Monday with her hair down and her hand about to slide between his knees But Mama never did love nothing but Daddy and me If Mama would have smoked her a cigarette, maybe she wouldn't judge me She'd have done more than the dishes, untied them apron strings She'd be sitting in her sundress on the back porch, mixing whiskey and sweet tea Mama never did think twice about feeling this free Mama never liked to pick wildflowers, drinking on a Sunday was a sin She might have made it past the water tower, if she'd have loved the milkman Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh Mmm, mmm, mmm If I could be more like mama Maybe she wouldn't judge me Sometimes I think ma Wants to be more like me But it's too late Cause her hair's gray And the years have started Showing on her cheeks Cause mama never did have Nothing but daddy and me Mama never liked Her big wild flowers Drinking on a Sunday Was a sin She might have made it Past the water tower She loved the milkman Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm