Mark Chesnutt - Mama's House lyrics

There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stove, it's been there 30 years I know Only used for coughs and colds at mama's house In the air there's a combination of home baked bread and fried bacon No, there's no mistaking mama's house. It seems smaller than the day I left. It don't matter how big I get. I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth. At mama's house. Thing's round here still looks the same, like a picture in a frame The light bill's still in daddy's name at mama's house You won't find one speck of dust, one dirty spoon, or coffee cup And that ol' dog will still eat you up at mama's house. It seems smaller than the day I left. It don't matter how big I get. I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth. At mama's house. That driveway's still paved with white rocks Though her name ain't on the mailbox Come what may there won't be any doubt That's mama's house. It seems smaller than the day I left. It don't matter how big I get. I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth. At mama's house.