Dirty Dishes
Scotty McCreery
Clear As Day (2011)

Momma hollers, suppertime
And don't make me tell you twice
Wash your hands and wipe your face
The table's no place for your toys

And try to use your inside voice
Don't dig in "Til we say, grace
So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
Then she prayed the srangest prayer ever said

I wanna thank you, lord
For noisy children and slammin' doors
And clothes scattered all over the floor
A husband workin' all the time

Draggin' in dead-tired at night
A never ending, messy kitchen
And dirty dishes

We all got real still and quiet
And daddy asked, hun, are you all right
She said, there ain't nothin' wrong
Noisy kids are happy kids
And slammin' doors just means we live
In a warm and loving home
Your long hours and those dishes in the sink
Means a job and enough to eat
So, i'm gonna thank you, lord
For noisy children and slammin' doors

And clothes scattered all over the floor
A husband workin' all the time
Draggin' in dead-tired at night
A never ending, messy kitchen

For my little busy bees
Beggin' momma, momma can we please
Always wantin', needing, callin' me
Loads of laundry pilin' up

Crayons crushed into the rug
And those little sticky kisses
And dirty dishes
And dirty dishes