Mama's House Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stove 

It's been there thirty 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 pan 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 ever 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 

She's always so glad to see me 

Her little boy will always be me 

I think I'll spent this [Incomprehensible] out 

And head on down to mama's house