Songtext von Mamaw's House (feat. Morgan Wallen)

Sorry, y'all, my mamaw called me, I'll, I'll be right back, hello? 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 in 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 punch the clock Tonight, I know right where I'd be I'd walk in and get a big ol' 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