Dirty Dishes歌词

Dirty Dishes - Scotty McCreery (斯考迪-迈克克里瑞)
Mama hollers supper time
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
And 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 kitchen
And dirty dishes
We all got real still and quiet
And daddy asked Honey 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编辑于2021/04/18更新