Текст песни Mamaw's House - Thomas Rhett , Morgan Wallen
(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
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