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.