Sorry, y'all. My mamaw called me. I'll be right back.
Hello?
Hey.
All right.
It was always hotter than the Greeks.
She used to fry that chicken.
Smelled like Marlboro 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 pearly side of blue
Cousin and complainin' weren't allowed in Mamaw's house
If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden and every front door had a screen
Well, maybe this crazy world's straightened up and so 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 reckons
It's where I spend my summers
She put me to work
Shelling peas and shucking corn
Until my fingers hurt
No tellin' who I'd have been without
Mamaw's house
If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden and every front door had a screen
Yeah, maybe this crazy world's straightened up and so on down
If every town had a Mamaw's house
Yeah, and if they did when I punch the clock tonight
I know right where I'd be
I'd walk in and get a bigger load of
And a bigger glass of tea
If every nightstand had a Bible, every front porch had a swing
If every backyard had a garden and every front door had a screen
Yeah, maybe this crazy world will straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a memo's house
Yeah, maybe this crazy world will straighten up and slow on down
If every town had a memo's house
If every town had a memo's house