Mamaw's House

Sorry, my mamaw called me
Hello?

It was always hotter than the grease she used to fry that chicken
Smelled like melrose reds and all the butter from her biscuits
And that Lincoln in the driveway sucked in 1982
Was on the shiny side of rusty, and on the pale side of blue
'Cause of me complainin', wasn't allowed in mamaw's house

If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden, every front door had a screen
Well maybe this crazy world would straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a mamaw's house

She'd ask if I was hungry, every thirty seconds
And say things like hellfire, tarnation and I reckon's
It's where I spent my summers, she put me to work
Shell them peas and shell a corn, 'til my fingers hurt
No tellin' who how I woulda been without, mamaw's house

If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden, every front door had a screen
Yeah maybe this crazy world would straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a mamaw's house

Yeah and if they did when I punch a clock tonight I know where I'd be
I walk in and get a big ol' hug
And a bigger glassed tea

If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden, every front door had a screen
Yeah maybe this crazy world would straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a mamaw's house

Yeah maybe this crazy world would straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a mamaw's house