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Album: Mamaw's House - Single
Intro: Morgan Wallen
Sorry, y'all, my mamaw called me, I'll, I'll be right back, hello?
Verse 1: Morgan Wallen
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
Chorus: Morgan Wallen
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
Verse 2: Thomas Rhett
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
Chorus: Thomas Rhett
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
Bridge: Morgan Wallen
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
Chorus: Thomas Rhett, Morgan Wallen
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
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