Mama's Table

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.