Thomas Rhett - Mamaw's House (feat. Morgan Wallen) lyrics
Morgan Wallen [Morgan Cole Wallen] Sneedville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Thomas Rhett - Mamaw's House feat. Morgan Wallen lyrics]
It was always hotter than the grease
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 paler side of blue
Cussing and complaining 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
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
And she put me to work
Shelling peas and shucking corn
Until my fingers hurt
No telling who I’da 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 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 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
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 paler side of blue
Cussing and complaining 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
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
And she put me to work
Shelling peas and shucking corn
Until my fingers hurt
No telling who I’da 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 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 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