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