Lyrics I'm Gonna Blow - Buck Owens

Well, now yonder come my baby
A-walking down the street
Yeah, yonder come my baby
And oh, she looks sweet
That ain′t right, momma
No, that ain't right no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I′m gonna pack my things
And this old town, I'm a-go alone
Well, my momma she in a cubic
That she don't got enough
My momma found another man
Said, he got lots of stuff
But, that ain′t right, momma
No, that ain′t right no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I'm gonna pack my things
And this old town, I′m a-go alone
Well, I love her great now, momma
I'll never out of greed
If you come home, I′ll buy you things
Like you ain't never seen
That ain′t right, momma
No, that ain't right, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
If you don't come home
This old town, I′ma go alone