Scotty McCreery - Dirty Dishes lyrics

Momma hollers, suppertime 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 Then she prayed the srangest prayer ever said I wanna thank you, lord For noisy children and slammin' doors And clothes scattered all over the floor A husband workin' all the time Draggin' in dead-tired at night A never ending, messy kitchen And dirty dishes We all got real still and quiet And daddy asked, hun, are you all right She said, there ain't nothin' wrong Noisy kids are happy kids And slammin' 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 slammin' doors And clothes scattered all over the floor A husband workin' all the time Draggin' in dead-tired at night A never ending, messy kitchen For my little busy bees Beggin' momma, momma can we please Always wantin', needing, callin' me Loads of laundry pilin' up Crayons crushed into the rug And those little sticky kisses And dirty dishes And dirty dishes