Mama's Table

	作曲 : Johnson, Teren
	We'd 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 centre 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 centre 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 got some faded spots and cracks
	And a couple of burns from candle wax
	There's a memory in each scratch
	On mama's table.

	zuò qǔ : Johnson, Teren
	We' d 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 centre 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 centre 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 got some faded spots and cracks
	And a couple of burns from candle wax
	There' s a memory in each scratch
	On mama' s table.