Tekst piosenki
We live in a drive-thru generation
About the closest thing to a home cooked meal is a greasy meat and three
We hardly ever gather at our table
Life’s too busy to be a family, now, if you ask me
The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mama’s wisdom
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they don’t make ‘em like that anymore
The whole world needs a kitchen
It’s where we sat and did our homework
And that bottom stair was a barber’s chair when mama’s lowered our ears
It’s where we watched mom and daddy dancing to The Rolling Stones and old George Jones
Man, I swear…
The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mama’s wisdom
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they don’t make ‘em like that anymore
The whole world needs a kitchen
It’s where we talked about our problems
And it’s where we solved ‘em
Lord, knows we still got ‘em
The whole world needs a kitchen, like the one we lived in
The smell of supper cooking on the stove, food for the soul and a taste of mama’s wisdom
Tired daddy dragging through a screen door
Hugs and kisses and a thanking the Lord, they don’t make ‘em like that anymore
The whole world needs a kitchen
The whole world needs a kitchen
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