Sorry y'all, my mamaw called me. I'll be right back. In the driveway circa 1982 Was on the shiny side of rusty And on the pale side of blue A cousin ain't complainin', weren't allowed At 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 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 iraqis It's where I spend my summers She'd put me to work Sheddin' peas and shuckin' corn Until my fingers hurt No tellin' who I'd have been without At 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 the clock tonight I'd know right where I'd be I'd walk in and get a big old hug And a big glass of 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 If every town had a mamaw's house