Mama hollers Suppertime And dont make me tell you twice Wash your hands and wipe your face The tables no place for your toys And try to use your inside voice Dont dig in until we say Grace So we put down our forks and bowed our heads And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said [Chorus] I want to thank You Lord For noisy children and slamming doors And clothes scattered all over the floor A husband working all the time Dragging in dead tired at night My never ending messy kitchen And dirty dishes [Verse 2] We all got real still and quiet And daddy asked Honey, you alright? She said, There aint nothing wrong Noisy kids are happy kids And slamming 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 See Scotty McCreery LiveGet tickets as low as 20You might also like[Chorus] [Outro] For my little busy bees Begging mama, mama can you please? Always wanting me and calling me Loads of laundry piling up Crayons crushed into the rug In those little sticky kisses And dirty dishes And dirty dishes
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