Mamma Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing

VERSE:1 
 A 
She' said, "Hey cowboy, get off of that couch". 

And the party's on you and we're goin' out. 
 	    D 
Got my low cut dress and my knee high boots. 
 	  	 A 
I'm like money to burn and nothin' to lose. 
 	  	   E 
You're the man of the house; you better think of somethin'. 
 Astop 	  	  	  	  	  	   A (riff)2x 
'Cause momma don't get dressed up for nothin'." 

VERSE:2 
 	 A 
She said, "I've been couped in this house all week. 

It's time to pick it up and move it down to party street." 
 	  	    D 
She said, "Saddle up Hoss; it's your lucky day. 
 	  	  A 
And I'm a she-cat tiger comin' out of the cage. 
 	  	   E 
And we can go high rollin', or beer joint jumpin'. 
 Astop 	  	  	  	  	 A (riff) 
Mamma don't get dressed up for nothin'." 

BRIDGE: 
 	     D 
She's a party animal, a little high strung. 
    A 
I see her bettin' and I raise her one. 
 	    D 
Oh, I love it when she gets wound up. 
 	    E 	  	  	  	      D 
I'm a Jack of Hearts, she's my Lady Luck---. 

SOLO:  (D A, D, E)piano (A D, A, E-F#-G-A-B-C#-D guitar 

VERSE:3 
 	 A 
We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roll. 

We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor. 
 D 
Set up the shooters and break out the cream. 
   A 
Throw a whole roll of quarters in the boogie machine. 
 	   E 
We're gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin'. 
 	    A stop 	  	  	        A 
'Cause momma don't get dressed up for nothin'. 

ENDING: 

Go high rollin' and beer joint jumpin'. 

Momma don't get dressed up for nothin'. 

Say Babe, you better think of somethin'. 

'Cause momma don't get dressed up for nothin'. (riff)3x