Mama hollers "Supper time,
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And don't make me tell you twice
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Wash your hands and wipe your face.
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The table's no place for your toys,
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And try to use your inside voice,
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Don't dig in 'til we say Grace."
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So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
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And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:
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"I wanna thank You Lord,
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For noisy children and slamming doors,
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And clothes scattered all over the floor,
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My husband workin' all the time,
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Draggin' in dead tired at night,
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My never ending messy kitchen
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And dirty dishes."
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We all got real still and quiet,
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And daddy asked "Honey, you alright?"
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She said, "Dear, ain't nothing wrong,
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Noisy kids are happy kids,
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And slamming doors just means we live,
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In a warm and loving home,
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Your long hours and those dishes in the sink,
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Means a job and enough to eat.
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So I'm gonna thank You Lord,
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For noisy children and slamming doors,
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And clothes scattered all over the floor,
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My husband workin' all the time,
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Draggin' in dead tired at night,
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My never ending messy kitchen
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For my little busy bees
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Beggin' mama, mama can you please?
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Always wantin' me to call their name
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Loads of laundry pilin' up
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Crayons crushed into the rug
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In those little sticky kisses
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And dirty dishes,
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And dirty dishes..."
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Dirty Dishes
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Scotty McCreery |