Mark Chesnutt - Mama's House Lyrics
There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stoveIt's been there thirty years I knowOnly used for coughs and colds at mama's houseIn the air there's a combinationOf home baked bread and pan fried baconNo, there's no mistaking mama's houseIt seems smaller than the day I leftIt don't matter how big I getI still wipe my feet and watch my mouthAt mama's houseThing's round here still looks the sameLike a picture in a frameThe light bill's still in daddy's name at mama's houseYou won't find one speck of dustOne dirty spoon, or coffee cupAnd that ol' dog will still eat you up at mama's houseIt seems smaller than the day I leftIt don't matter how big I getI still wipe my feet and watch my mouthAt mama's houseThat driveway's still paved with white rocksThough her name ain't on the mailboxCome what may there won't ever be any doubtThat's mama's houseIt seems smaller than the day I leftIt don't matter how big I getI still wipe my feet and watch my mouthShe's always so glad to see meHer little boy will always be meI think I'll spent this [Incomprehensible] outAnd head on down to mama's house
