Mamaw’s House

(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