Morning at Mama’s

The coffee's dripping

The dew is sitting on the tractor outside

The birds are chirping

The sky's a-working up another sunrise

Biscuits baking, pouring bacon grease into a Folgers can

Eggs over easy in a cast iron pan

It's morning at mama's, where I step right back in time

Just for a moment everything in my world's right

Just like God thought it up

So any time I'm in a rut

I take that drive, I walk inside

If I get a chance to clear my mind

I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's

She leaves the porch light on in case I can't find my way home

When times are tough

It ain't enough to call her on the phone

I don't need a reason

Sometimes all I need's one

Morning at mama's, where I step right back in time

Just for a moment everything in my world's right

Just like God thought it up

So any time I'm in a rut

I take that drive, I walk inside

If I get a chance to clear my mind

I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's

Yeah, morning at mama's

It's just one of them things

It's gonna end someday

And when it does

There ain't no doubt I'll miss

Mornings at mama's, where I step right back in time

Just for a moment everything in my world's right

Just like God thought it up

So any time I'm in a rut

I take that drive, I walk inside

If I get a chance to clear my mind

I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's

Mm-mm, morning at mama's