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We'd pull a chair up every night |
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And eat and talk and joke and fight |
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Us kids learned wrong from right |
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At mama's table. |
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With just some hickory wood and screws |
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It's where my daddy read the news |
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You didn't put your dirty shoes |
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On mama's table. |
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It was the centre of the best times |
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I remember |
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Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together |
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Grandma passed it down when |
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I was in a cradle |
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It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's table. |
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It's where my brother and |
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I played games |
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I just knew he'd gone insane |
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The day he carved his name |
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In mama's table. |
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And when we got down on our luck |
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It seemed like it held us up you could always feel the love |
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In mama's table. |
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It was the centre of the best times |
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I remember |
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Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together |
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Grandma passed it down when |
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I was in a cradle |
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It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's table. |
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It got some faded spots and cracks |
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And a couple of burns from candle wax |
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There's a memory in each scratch |
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On mama's table. |
