G C We pull a chair up every night and eat and talk and joke and fightD7 G Us kids learned wrong from right at mama's tableC Just some hickory wood and screws it's where my daddy read the newsD7 G C You didn't put your dirty shoes on mama's tableG C It was the center of the best times I rememberD7 G Sometimes the only thing that brought us all togetherC Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradleD7 G It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's tableC It's where my brother and I played games I just knew he'd gone insaneD7 G The day he carved his name in mama's tableC And when we got down on our luck it seemed like it held us upD7 G You could always feel the love in mama's tableC It was the center of the best times I rememberD7 G Sometimes the only thing that brought us all togetherC Grandma passed it down when I was in a cradleD7 G C It's in my kitchen now but it's still my mama's tableG It has some faded spots and cracksC And a couple of burns from candle waxD7 G There’s a memory in each scratch on mama's table
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