Life of Luxury

I reckon it’s time to leave the city
To leave this life of luxury
My well’s dried up, I’m full of pity
This dusty trail’s the life of me
But I’m wondering, you gonna be my girl?
You gotta be my Yeah Mama
You could be my Yeah Mama
Come and be my Yeah Mama
Yeah Mama
Well baby it just don’t matter to me
Just how miserable this life can be
Cuz I got you and you got me
Yeah Mama