Dirty Dishes - Scotty McCreery (斯考迪-迈克克里瑞)

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 cloth