There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stove It's been there thirty years I know Only used for coughs and colds at mama's house In the air there's a combination Of home baked bread and pan fried bacon No, there's no mistaking mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth At mama's house Thing's round here still looks the same Like a picture in a frame The light bill's still in daddy's name at mama's house You won't find one speck of dust One dirty spoon, or coffee cup And that ol' dog will still eat you up at mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth At mama's house That driveway's still paved with white rocks Though her name ain't on the mailbox Come what may there won't ever be any doubt That's mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth She's always so glad to see me Her little boy will always be me I think I'll spent this [Incomprehensible] out And head on down to mama's house