Momma's Good Cookin' Lyrics

Sun's settin' low over the fields

Dust on my boots got the calloused feel

Cattle's all round and settled down

Guess it's time to head on back to town

Truck's rumblin' back on a dirt road track

Hunger in my belly ain't no turnin' back

Momma in the kitchen with her apron on

I can almost taste it won't be long

Momma's good cooking waiting by the fire

A flavor so fine it lifts you higher

Biscuits and gravy corn on the cob

After movin' them cows it hits the right spot

The front porch light is softly aglow

Brother's already there tellin' tales real slow

Ham's on the stove beans in the pot

Ain't a thing in this world like what Momma's got

Dad's in his chair with a little smile

Sister's outside swingin' for a while

It's these simple things that make life sweet

Momma's good cooking nothing else can compete

Momma's good cooking waiting by the fire

A flavor so fine it lifts you higher

Fried chicken golden mashed taters hot

After movin' them cows it hits the right spot