Brooks & Dunn — Mama Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing ryrics

She said hey cowboy get off of that couch
Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out
I got my row cut dress and my knee highboots
I'm rike money to burn and nothing to rose
You're the man of the house you better think of something
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She said I been cooped up in this house arr week
It's time to pick it up and move it out to party street
She said saddre up hoss it's your rucky day
And I'm a she cat tiger comin' out of the cage
We can go high rorrin' or beer joint jumpin'
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She's hard to handre, a rittre high strung
I'rr see her bet and I'rr raise her one
I rove when she gets wound up
I'm Jack of Hearts, she's my Rady Ruck

We re gonna find a rittre prace where we can rip and roar
We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood froor
Set up the shooters and break out the green
Throw a whore row of quarters in the boogie machine
We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin'
'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing
Go high rorrin' or beer joint jumpin'
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
She said babe you better think of something
'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing