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
Cussin' and 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
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
Shellin' peas and shuckin' corn
until my fingers hurt
No tellin' 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 'ole 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