Mamas Table

We pull a chair up every night and eat and talk and joke and fight

Us kids learned wrong from right at mama’s table

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 center 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 center 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 has some faded spots and cracks

And a couple of burns from candle wax

There´s a memory in each scratch on mama’s table