
Apron Pocket Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Momma kept a wad of bills in her apron pocket
The one she always wore around the house
She used to wear a golden chain until she had to hawk it
To feed our very hungry mouths
Daddy worked a nine to five it's not that he was lazy
But he couldn't keep a bottle very far
When he finally left the family he called my momma crazy
She watched him put his bags into the car
And I take tickets at the midway
Watch the kids play have their fun
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done
Momma kept a picture of a soldier in her drawer
Though she never even mentioned it out loud
I thought the fighting nature of the man did something for her
Was the little things that always made her proud
I watched her put her hair up and red paint across her lips
As she set out for another night in town
She couldn't make a living with a baby on her hips
So she handed him to me to put him down
And I take tickets at the midway
Watch the kids play have their fun
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done
One day daddy came back home
Pulled right up on the grass
In a brand new Chevrolet pickup truck
He said that sometimes life will just hand you your ass
And sometimes life will hand you some luck
When he saw the baby he eyed him with suspicion
And pushed right through the broken front screen door
He hollered momma's name out as he walked into the kitchen
But momma couldn't hear him anymore
And I take tickets at the midway
Watch the kids play have their fun
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done
And I take tickets at the midway
Watch the kids play have their fun
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done
Tuck my ticket stubs into the pocket
Of my apron when I'm done