[postlink]http://mytubevideoclips.blogspot.com/2010/03/oak-ridge-boys-mamas-table.html[/postlink]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNE4wdiy4KEendofvid
[starttext]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
Nostalgie
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[starttext]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
Nostalgie
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