Scotty McCreery - Dirty Dishes Lyrics
Mama hollers "Supper time,And don't make me tell you twiceWash 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 headsAnd then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:"I wanna thank You Lord,For noisy children and slamming doors,And clothes scattered all over the floor,My husband workin' all the time,Draggin' in dead tired at night,My never ending messy kitchenAnd dirty dishes."We all got real still and quiet,And daddy asked "Hon, are you alright?"She said, "Dear, ain't 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.So I'm gonna thank You Lord,For noisy children and slamming doors,And clothes scattered all over the floor,A husband workin' all the time,Draggin' in dead tired at night,A never ending messy kitchenFor my little busy beesBeggin' mama, mama can we please?Always wantin' me to call their nameLoads of laundry pilin' upCrayons crushed into the rugAnd those little sticky kissesAnd dirty dishes,And dirty dishes..."
