Testo Mama's Kitchen Table

Quick a bite, a fast, "Hi, goodbye
I'll wake you up when I get home"
Knowing good and well she'd be sitting there
'Til I came walking through the door

It's crayon-stained
Left side's faded from the sun
That old oak wood Wouldn't mean much to just anyone

It's where we talked about Jesus, talked about life
A piece of heaven was a slice of pie
Morning prayer to a late night fight
First dates, mistakes, heartbreaks
Yeah, I'm sure grateful that I was able
To leave it all on Mama's kitchen table

She sits closest to the sweet tea
'Cause she likes it that way
We might add a couple more chairs
But some things'll never change

It's still where we talked about Jesus, talked about life A piece of heaven was a slice of pie
Morning prayer to a late night fight
First dates, mistakes, heartbreaks
Yeah, I'm sure grateful that I was able
To leave it all on Mama's kitchen table

It's red-wine stained
Full of memories and small-town secrets
More and more these days
I think about how I still need it

Where we talk about Jesus, talk about life
A piece of heaven is a slice of pie
Morning prayer to a late night fight
First dates, heartbreaks
Yeah, I'm sure grateful that I was able
To leave it all on Mama's kitchen table

Mama's kitchen table