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 at 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 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 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.