We’d pull a chair up every night And eat and talk and joke and fight Us kids learned wrong from right At mama's table.
With 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 centre 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 centre 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 got some faded spots and cracks And a couple of burns from candle wax There’s a memory in each scratch On mama's table.