Fifty hour week, no fun, no sleep, pulling that overtime

It's a delicate dance working like a man while you're keeping your apron tied

Don't seem fair, gotta color your hair, and you're barely thirty-six years old

Livin' for a sip, knowing what you're gonna get at the door when you get home

Clean, clean, clean that kitchen

Wipe them babies' tears

Hearing your old man bitching

While the phone's screaming in your ear

Holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank

Now I know why my mama drank

She'd hide behind her Maybelline smile

And Lord knows her nerves are shot

So when the kids went down and the lights went out

She'd pour a little turn-it-off

Now I'm on the back steps with my first cigarette and my third glass of cheap red wine

'Cause she taught me what a woman really needs to keep her warm at night, yeah

'Cause it's clean, clean, clean that kitchen

Wipe them babies' tears

Hearing your old man bitching

While the phone's screaming in your ear

Holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank

Now I know why my mama drank

Yes she did

Clean, clean, clean that kitchen

Wipe them babies' tears

Hearing your old man bitching

While he's sucking down another beer

Yeah, you're holding it together, hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank

Yeah, I know why my mama drank

Yeah, I can see it now how a little shot of Crown could sure fill up her tank

Yeah, I know why my mama drank