Mamaw's House
Thomas Rhett, Morgan Wallen
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Mamaw's House Song Lyrics(Sorry, y'all, my mamaw's callin' me; I'll ca- I'll be right back)
(Hello?)
(Whatcha doin' Morgan?)
(Hey, I'm just, I'm writing on a...)
It was always hotter than the grease
She used to fry that chicken
Smelled like Malboro Reds
And all the butter from her biscuits
And that Lincoln in the driveway circa 1982
Was on the shiny side of rusty
And on the paler side of blue
And cussin' and complaining' weren't allowed
At Mamaw's house
If every night stand had a bible
Every front porch had a swing
If every back yard 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 30 seconds
And say things like, "Hell fire,'
'Tarnation," and 'I reckons'
It's where I spent my summers
And she put me to work
Shellin' peas and shuckin' corn
Until my fingers hurt
No tellin' who I'd a been without
Mamaw's house
If every night stand had a bible
Every front porch had a swing
If every back yard 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
Yeah, and if they did when I punched the clock
Tonight, I know right where I'd be
I'd walk in and get a big old hug
And a bigger glass of tea
If every night stand had a bible
Every front porch had a swing
If every back yard had a garden
Every front door had a screen
Yeah, maybe this crazy wor
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
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