Her Daddy Don't Like Me

Well I pulled up in my Chevy Didn't know if he would let me in the front door He was sitting on the porch with a Marlboro torch Looking seven kinds of pissed with his fist 'round a Coors Knew I wasn't gonna get in 'til That angel in the kitchen came to save me Said dinner's almost ready I hope you like spaghetti Becky oughta be down soon Her daddy don't like me That's fine because Her daddy don't like me But her momma does Becky floated down the stairs then she Kissed me while he stared a hole through me Nah, I couldn't shake her off 'til I heard her daddy cough Mama said, That's sweet. He just said, Let's eat Then we talked about religion, politics, and gun control The shotgun on the mantel and the quarry up the road Where a man could hide a body if he was so inclined Mama just rolled her eyes Her daddy don't like me But that's fine because Her daddy don't like me But her momma does He thinks I'm here to steal his baby Yeah and I might just Her daddy don't like me But her mama does I can't really blame him but I didn't mean to make him mad at me Luckily I understand who really Wears the pants in the family Her daddy don't like me But that's fine because Her daddy don't like me But her momma does She likes the way I say yes ma'am And how I light Becky's eyes up Her daddy don't like me But her momma does --- Her Daddy Don't Like Me - Derek Austin