Born and raised in the days back when
Mamas were ladies and daddies were men
6:30 every morning
Mama's apron slips around her waist
Daddy gets up, gotta go to work
Mama pours him coffee
While the pot still perks
Us kids leaning back on our chairs
'Til the legs aren't stable
I can still hear Daddy prayin'
'Round the kitchen table
He prayed, "O Lord, hear my call
Bless this food and keep us all
These are those same kids we gave to You
So here's another day to keep them through
Mom and me, wе both agree, You're able"
Yes, lifе began all over again
Every mornin' 'round the kitchen table
When the old folks are gone
And us kids are grown
Wakin' up children of our own
They can't grow up
On fairytales and fables
They deserved what Daddy served
'Round the kitchen table
(We all prayed at the table)
Mamas were ladies and daddies were men
6:30 every morning
Mama's apron slips around her waist
Daddy gets up, gotta go to work
Mama pours him coffee
While the pot still perks
Us kids leaning back on our chairs
'Til the legs aren't stable
I can still hear Daddy prayin'
'Round the kitchen table
He prayed, "O Lord, hear my call
Bless this food and keep us all
These are those same kids we gave to You
So here's another day to keep them through
Mom and me, wе both agree, You're able"
Yes, lifе began all over again
Every mornin' 'round the kitchen table
When the old folks are gone
And us kids are grown
Wakin' up children of our own
They can't grow up
On fairytales and fables
They deserved what Daddy served
'Round the kitchen table
(We all prayed at the table)
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