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