Righteous Mama's Love

Created by M.Sawaguchi / Lyrics by E.Suzuki＆M.Sawaguchi
This song was created based on the real-life experience of TANUFOX, the administrator of this website.

A smoky, vintage mid-century vocal jazz blues track steeped in a raw 1950s atmosphere. Over a heavy, walking acoustic bass line and the sultry wail of a tenor sax, this song tells the gripping, true story of a mother’s fierce and satisfying victory.
When her son comes home bruised and bleeding from a hit-and-run at dusk, the local cops shrug it off with lazy indifference. Pushed to her limit, she takes matters into her own hands. With sheer grit and maternal instinct, she scours the neighborhood herself, tracks down the suspect's car, and drags the police right to the culprit's doorstep. Written in a gritty, conversational "street-gossip" English style, the song captures the high drama of the neighborhood confrontation, backed by an unexpected witness from a local bar.
Make sure to listen all the way to the end for the sharp, dry chuckle that delivers the final, unforgettable punchline.

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I've got a story for you. True story.
Man, it’s just crazy, but you gotta hear this.
Late afternoon, the sun was going down,
My boy was riding his bike on the edge of town.
Some car hit him hard, left him bruised and bleeding,
Scratched up his bike, left him there needing…
Well, he limps on home, and his mama sees the sight,
She heads to the station, ready for a fight.

[Verse 2]
But that cop sitting there, he just shrugs his shoulders cool,
Looking at her like she’s some kind of fool.
He says, "Hey lady, those hit-and-runs, they never get found.
You wanna file a report? Or just keep hanging 'round?"
Oh, that mama got mad, her blood began to boil,
She said, "Fine, you lazy dog, I’ll do the dirty toil!"

[Chorus]
Yeah, that’s a mother’s rage, you don't wanna mess around,
When her baby gets hurt, she gonna track you down.
She don't need no badge, she don't need no gun,
She's gonna find the devil who hurt her only son.

[Verse 3]
She asked her boy for every little detail he knew,
Found out that car had a broken headlight too.
She thought, "Local runner, can't be living too far,"
So she walked the neighborhood, checking every single car.
And wouldn't you know it? She found that dented hood,
Sitting in a driveway, right there in the neighborhood.

[Verse 4]
She marched back to the station, kicked open the door,
Yelled, "Hey you slackers, listen to me roar!
I found the damn runner, so move your little feet!"
Next thing you know, four squad cars tearing up the street.
Sirens screaming loud, flashing red and blue,
They surrounded the house, and the neighbors all knew.

[Verse 5]
While the cops were talking, trying to figure out the play,
A lady from the local bar happened to walk that way.
A real tough mama, didn't take no mess,
She said, "I saw the whole thing, I’m your witness, I confess!
That’s the exact car, hit the boy and fled."
Man, the suspect’s face turned a heavy shade of red.

[Outro]
After that day, no cop would dare to look her in the eye,
They tip their hats and whisper when she walks on by.
Ain't nothing stronger than a mother’s holy drive,
She'll tear up the world just to keep her boy alive.
Yeah, that's what I call a real woman. Pure fire.

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