If You Can't Be Good, Be Good at It - Neal McCoy

Mama never raised any smart mouth kid

She told us once and that was it She said, son sit down, son that’s enough

Mama really loved us but she sure was tough

Could never get away with callin' her bluff

You been runnin' all night, chasin' those skirts

You ought to be ashamed, late again for work

Boy, don’t you know you’re on the wrong track

And throwin' it away, you never get it back

Hard lovin' mamas don’t cut you no slack

But my old man was a little bit more inclined to understand

'Cause daddies know, when to hang on and when to let go He said, «Bein' addicted to love’s a real bad habit

If you can’t be good, son, be good at it»

Now mama’s still on me 'bout wrong and right

Hopin' one day I might see the light

My heart’s been broke, I make mistakes

I still try to give 'em as much as I take

Now old habits are hard to break

But my old man was a little bit more inclined to understand

'Cause daddies know, now when to hang on and when to let go He said, «Bein' addicted to love’s a real bad habit

If you can’t be good, son, be good at it If you can’t be good, be good at it»

But my old man was a little bit more inclined to understand

'Cause daddies know, when to hang on and when to let go He said, «Now bein' addicted to love’s a real bad habit

If you can’t be good, son, be good at it If you can’t be good, be good at it»

Well, if you can’t be good, be good at it Take that to your old man, son

Don’t worry about bein' good, I’ll show you how it’s done