Mama’s Table Songtext
von The Oak Ridge Boys

We pull a chair up every night
And eat and talk and joke and fight
Us kids learned wrong from right at mama′s table
With just some hickory wood and screws
It's where my daddy read the news
You didn′t put your dirty shoes on mama's table

It was the center of the best times I remember
Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradle
It's in my kitchen now but it′s still my mama′s table


It's where my brother and I played games
I just knew he′d gone insane the day
He carved his name in mama's table
And when we got down on our luck
It seemed like it held us up
You could always feel the love in mama′s table

It was the center of the best times I remember
Sometimes the only thing that brought us all together
Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradle
It's in my kitchen now but it′s still my mama's table

It has some faded spots and cracks
And a couple of burns from candle wax
A memory in each scratch on mama's table