(Sorry, y′all, my mamaw's callin′ me; I'll ca- I'll be right back)

(Hello?)

(Whatcha doin′ Morgan?)(Hey, I′m just, I'm writing on a...)

It was always hotter than the grease

She used to fry that chicken

Smelled like Malboro 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

And cussin′ and complaining' weren′t allowed

At Mamaw's house

If every night stand had a bible

Every front porch had a swing

If every back yard 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 30 seconds

And say things like, "Hell fire,'

′Tarnation," and ′I reckons'

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′d a been without

Mamaw's house

If every night stand had a bible

Every front porch had a swing

If every back yard 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

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 night stand had a bible

Every front porch had a swing

If every back yard had a garden

Every front door had a screen

Yeah, maybe this crazy wor

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