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Mamas Table

Höfundur lags: Jamey Van Johnson og George G. Teren III Flytjandi: The Oak Ridge Boys Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]We pull a chair up every night and eat and [C]talk and joke and fight
Us [D7]kids learned wrong from right at mama's [G]table
Just some hickory wood and screws it's where my [C]daddy read the news
You didn't [D7]put your dirty shoes on mama's [G]table [C]    

It was the [G]center of the best times I [C]remember
Some[D7]times the only thing that brought us all [G]together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a [C]cradle
It's [D7]in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's [G]table

It's where my brother and I played games I just [C]knew he'd gone insane
The [D7]day he carved his name in mama's [G]table
And when we got down on our luck it seemed [C]like it held us up
You [D7]could always feel the love in mama's [G]table

It was the center of the best [C]times I remember
Some[D7]times the only thing that brought us all [G]together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a [C]cradle
It's [D7]in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's [G]table [C]    

It has some [G]faded spots and cracks
And a [C]couple of burns from candle wax
There´s a [D7]memory in each scratch on mama's [G]table


We pull a chair up every night and eat and talk and joke and fight
Us kids learned wrong from right at mama's table
Just some hickory wood and screws it's where my daddy read the news
You didn't put your dirty shoes on mama's table

It was the center of the best times I remember
Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradle
It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's table

It's where my brother and I played games I just knew he'd gone insane
The day he carved his name in mama's table
And when we got down on our luck it seemed like it held us up
You could always feel the love in mama's table

It was the center of the best times I remember
Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradle
It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's table

It has some faded spots and cracks
And a couple of burns from candle wax
There´s a memory in each scratch on mama's table

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