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Sorry, my mamaw called me Hello? It was always hotter than the grease she used to fry that chicken Smelled like melrose reds and all the butter from her biscuits And that Lincoln in the driveway sucked in 1982 Was on the shiny side of rusty, and on the pale side of blue 'Cause of me complainin', wasn'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, she put me to work Shell them peas and shell a corn, 'til my fingers hurt No tellin' who how I woulda 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 a clock tonight I know where I'd be Letras de cancionesI walk in and get a big ol' hug And a bigger glassed 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 From Letras Mania