Dad's Garage and Mama's Kitchen (Acoustic)

One bare light bulb hanging from the rafters

The smell of motor oil, sawdust, and sweat

Hot rod engines, hammers, and wrenches

Old spare parts and spare time well spent

But at six o'clock and not a minute after

That supper's ready, call come through the back door screen

Baby's cryin', the sizzle of something frying

And grandma's china if we had some company

From dad's garage to mama's kitchen

Might have been just a couple steps apart

You couldn't find two worlds more different

Than that short walk across the yard

But between carburetors and casseroles

Broken hearts and fishing poles

There was always something needed fixing

In dad's garage and mama's kitchen

Just an old pine workbench, an old oak dinner table

Where we'd talk pick-ups, pot roast, politics and Jesus

Most of our problems back then, we could solve 'em

With some grit, a little grace, and a lot of grease

From dad's garage to mama's kitchen

Might have been just a couple steps apart

You couldn't find two worlds more different

Than that short walk across the yard

But between carburetors and casseroles

Broken hearts and fishing poles

There was always something needed fixing

In dad's garage and mama's kitchen

Between carburetors and casseroles

Broken hearts and fishing poles

There was always someone there to listen

There was always someone there to listen

To pass the five-eighths and pass the chicken

In dad's garage and mama's kitchen