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Toby Keith – Mama Come Quick

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Introduction:

Country music singer-songwriter Toby Keith rose to fame in the early 1990s for his rebellious persona and distinctive baritone vocals. Often incorporating themes of American patriotism, blue-collar work ethic, and Southern living into his music, Keith carved out a niche in the country music landscape.

Mama Come Quick, released in 1993, was one of Keith’s early songs that helped solidify his bad boy image. The track served as the second single from his debut studio album Should’ve Been a Cowboy. While Should’ve Been a Cowboy did not achieve mainstream success upon its release, Mama Come Quick became a breakout hit, propelling Keith towards national recognition.

The song falls under the genre of heartland rock, a subgenre of country music that blends elements of rock and roll with traditional country instrumentation. This blend is evident in Mama Come Quick, which features a driving guitar riff alongside Keith’s signature vocals. The song’s producers, Nelson Larkin and Harold Shedd, were both established figures in the Nashville music scene, having worked with artists like Willie Nelson and Alabama. Their experience helped shape Mama Come Quick into a radio-friendly hit.

Mama Come Quick achieved significant commercial success. The song reached number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart, where it remained for four weeks. This impressive feat showcased the song’s ability to resonate with country music fans. Furthermore, Mama Come Quick crossed over to the pop charts, peaking at number 22 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. This crossover success broadened Keith’s audience and helped establish him as a rising star in country music.

The song’s lyrics tell the story of a young man who gets into trouble after a night of partying. The narrator, presumably intoxicated, calls his mother for help, pleading with her to “come quick” before the authorities arrive. The humorous and relatable situation resonated with listeners, making Mama Come Quick a fan favorite. The song’s catchy melody and Keith’s characteristic vocals further solidified its popularity.

Mama Come Quick remains a staple in Keith’s concert setlists and continues to be a recognizable song for country music fans. The song’s early success played a pivotal role in launching Toby Keith’s music career and secured his place as a prominent figure in country music.

Video:

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Lyrics:

I straddled my bicycle when I was ten years oldI rode it up on Maxwell Hill where all the big boys goWay down at the bottom there’s a creek bed six feet wideIf you peddle fast enough you can make the other side
Mama come quick I think I fellAnd hurt myself againMama come quick you know too wellHow much I still depend on youPickin’ me up and dustin’ me offAnd sendin’ me on my way‘Cause nothing heals as much as your lovin’ touch
I fell in love for the first time when I was almost grownI heard that love could hurt real bad, though I had not been shownEverybody told me she would only break my heartBut I wouldn’t listen to them ’cause I was way too smart
Mama come quick I think I fellAnd hurt myself againMama come quick you know too wellHow much I still depend on youPickin’ me up and dustin’ me offAnd sendin’ me on my way‘Cause nothing heals as much as your lovin’ touch
Yeah daddies teach us how to rideHow to catch and throwBut when things don’t go the way they shouldA boy knows where to go
Mama come quick I think I fellAnd hurt myself againMama come quick you know too wellHow much I still depend on youPickin’ me up and dustin’ me offAnd sendin’ me on my way‘Cause nothing heals as much as your lovin’ touch
Oh mama come quickI need your lovin’ touchYeah mama come quickI need your lovin’ touch

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