Mama's House

There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stove, it's been there 30 years I know

Only used for coughs and colds at mama's house

In the air there's a combination of home baked bread and fried bacon

No, there's no mistaking mama's house.

It seems smaller than the day I left.

It don't matter how big I get.

I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth.

At mama's house.

Thing's round here still looks the same, like a picture in a frame

The light bill's still in daddy's name at mama's house

You won't find one speck of dust, one dirty spoon, or coffee cup

And that ol' dog will still eat you up at mama's house.

It seems smaller than the day I left.

It don't matter how big I get.

I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth.

At mama's house.

That driveway's still paved with white rocks

Though her name ain't on the mailbox

Come what may there won't be any doubt

That's mama's house.

It seems smaller than the day I left.

It don't matter how big I get.

I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth.

At mama's house.