Karaoké Mamaw's House Thomas Rhett & Morgan Wallen

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 nineteen eighty-two

Was on the shiny side of rusty and on the pale side of blue

Cussin' and complainin' weren'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 reckons

It's where I spent my summers

She put me to work

Shellin' peas and shuckin' corn until my fingers hurt

No tellin' who

I'd have 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 the clock tonight

I know right where I'd be

I'd walk in and get a big ol' 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