Mamaw's House - Thomas Rhett/Morgan Wallen
Lyrics by：Thomas Rhett/Morgan Wallen/Matt Dragstrem/Chase McGill
Composed by：Thomas Rhett/Morgan Wallen/Matt Dragstrem/Chase McGill
Produced by：Dann Huff/Jesse Frasure
Morgan Wallen：
Sorry y'all my mamaw called me I'll I'll be right back hello
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 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
Thomas Rhett：
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
Morgan Wallen：
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
Thomas Rhett/Morgan Wallen：
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
