Morning at Mama’s

The coffee's dripping The dew is sitting on the tractor outside The birds are chirping The sky's a-working up another sunrise Biscuits baking, pouring bacon grease into a Folgers can Eggs over easy in a cast iron pan It's morning at mama's, where I step right back in time Just for a moment everything in my world's right Just like God thought it up So any time I'm in a rut I take that drive, I walk inside If I get a chance to clear my mind I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's She leaves the porch light on in case I can't find my way home When times are tough It ain't enough to call her on the phone I don't need a reason Sometimes all I need's one Morning at mama's, where I step right back in time Just for a moment everything in my world's right Just like God thought it up So any time I'm in a rut I take that drive, I walk inside If I get a chance to clear my mind I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's Yeah, morning at mama's It's just one of them things It's gonna end someday And when it does There ain't no doubt I'll miss Mornings at mama's, where I step right back in time Just for a moment everything in my world's right Just like God thought it up So any time I'm in a rut I take that drive, I walk inside If I get a chance to clear my mind I'm gonna spend the morning at mama's Mm-mm, morning at mama's