The place where I felt safest when I was growing up...
Lyrics
Mama’s Kitchen
(c) September 2006, Rebecca Dale Peaden (BMI) / Marchetti (BMI)
Everyone has a memory of a place
Where they use to go to get away
To forget about their problems
Man, I love to think about those days
Chorus:
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
With pots and pans a' rattlin’
She'd be cookin' up a storm
Rollin' out them buttermilk biscuits
We drank fresh brewed tea
My friends and I would sit around
If you were there you were family
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
Sometimes she'd let us help her
Peel 'taters, slice 'maters, and shell peas
But we didn't mind cause we knew
We were all gonna get to eat
Chorus:
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
With pots and pans a' rattlin’
She'd be cookin' up a storm
Rollin' out them buttermilk biscuits
We drank fresh brewed tea
My friends and I would sit around
If you were there you were family
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
Bridge:
I'm sure the angels are flying 'round
They had to reinforce their wings to get up off the ground
Ain't no way they didn't put on some weight
When mama passed thru those pearly gates
Chorus:
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
With pots and pans a' rattlin’
She'd be cookin' up a storm
Rollin' out them buttermilk biscuits
We drank fresh brewed tea
My friends and I would sit around
If you were there you were family
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
Outtro:
Rollin' out them buttermilk biscuits
We drank fresh brewed tea
My friends and I would sit around
If you were there you were family
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
In my mama’s kitchen
Where it was safe and warm
