CRAZY MAMA — The Rolling Stones

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal my money And that don't mean a doggone thing

Cause if you really think you can push it I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet Your crazy mama, ah yeah

Well your old time religion Is just a superstition You going to pay high prices For your sacrificises

Well your blood and thunder Sure can't faze me none If your going to keep on coming I'm gonna take it all head on

If you don't believe I'm going to do it Just wait till you get hit by that bullet

Don't think I ain't thought about it But it sure makes my shackles rise And cold blood murder Make me want to draw the line

Well your crazy mama With your ball and chain Plain psychotic Plain insane

If you don't think I'm gonna do it Just wait for the thud of the bullet