Dirty Dishes

　　Scotty McCreery - Dirty Dishes

　　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 scattered all over the floor,

　　My husband workin' all the time,

　　Draggin' in dead tired at night,

　　My never ending messy kitchen

　　For my little busy bees

　　Beggin' mama, mama can you please?

　　Always wantin' me to call their name

　　Loads of laundry pilin' up

　　Their arms cushed into the rug

　　In those little sticky kisses

　　And dirty dishes,

　　And dirty dishes..."

　　Scotty McCreery - Dirty Dishes