Scotty McCreery-Dirty Dishes

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Momma hollers, suppertime
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 
Then she prayed the srangest prayer ever said 

I wanna thank you, lord 
For noisy children and slammin' doors
And clothes scattered all over the floor
A husband workin' all the time 

Draggin' in dead-tired at night 
A never ending, messy kitchen
And dirty dishes

We all got real still and quiet
And daddy asked, hun, are you all right
She said, there ain't nothin' wrong 
Noisy kids are happy kids 
And slammin' doors just means we live 
In a warm and loving 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
A husband workin' all the time 
Draggin' in dead-tired at night 
A never ending, messy kitchen

For my little busy bees 
Beggin' momma, momma can we please
Always wantin', needing, callin' me 
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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