Bungo and Mojo are the cause of her pain.
Only Bungo and Mojo are to blame for given Mama ‘The Good Mama Blues.’
Ponies bought for summer fun, thought would be grand, for the young kids, not Mama, to lend their fine hand.
Sun comes up early with the meadowlark each day on the ranch.
Meeteetse, you’ll find us on your way to Yellowstone Park.
The morning light in Meeteetse only brings on the chores , but this isn’t why she’s got ‘The Good Mama Blues.’
Bungo and Mojo are the cause of her pain. Bungo and Mojo, they take all the blame.
Watching the elite vacation nearby, at times should make her want to break down and cry. This is no reason at all to trouble her heart. She’s never taken kindly to traveling far.
Bungo and Mojo are the cause of her pain. Bungo and Mojo are only to blame, for giving Mama ‘The Good Mama Blues.’
The Cody Night Rodeos are but a flash from her past. Maybe, it is the longing for the night life that couldn’t last? Being a Mama, now, she shouldn’t bask in the glory of the rodeo band.
Or is it the milk cow? The baby calves or the water to spread? This only leaves room for the cooking instead, to give reason for ‘The Good Mama Blues.”
Maybe, it’s busten out ponies that no one else would. No withers, no buttocks, no saddle to stride on Bungo and Mojo, Mama did ride.
Pan feet and sharp teeth, they bit her back sides. Batting long lashes, she wouldn’t leave ‘em behind.
Bungo and Mojo they are the cause of her pain. Bungo and Mojo, they take all the blame, for giving this Mama ‘The Good Mama Blues.’