Back to Mama’s House

[Verse 1]
If I could go back to Mama’s house
Screen door slam and the porch light out
Coffee in a chipped blue cup
She’d say, “Boy, you sure grew up”
[Verse 2]
Sunday shoes by the back hall mat
Polaroids on the fridge like that
Dusty Bible, ribbon worn
Same old room where I was born
[Chorus]
If I could go back to Mama’s house
Let the years all turn around
Lay my worries on her kitchen table
She’d say, “Sit still, I’ll fix your plate”
If I could go back to Mama’s house
I’d hold on, stay a little longer now
Hear her humming as the day fades out
If I could go back to Mama’s house
[Bridge]
All these miles and midnight roads
Can’t outdrive the things I know
Every heartbreak, every doubt
Leads me back to Mama’s house
[Chorus]
If I could go back to Mama’s house
Let the years all turn around
Lay my worries on her kitchen table
She’d say, “Sit still, I’ll fix your plate” (oh Mama)
If I could go back to Mama’s house
I’d hold on, stay a little longer now
Hear her humming as the day fades out
If I could go back to Mama’s house

country, Warm country ballad with male vocals, brushed snares, gentle pedal steel, and upright piano. Verses start intimate and close-mic’d; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a light organ pad. Subtle fiddle lines answer the vocal between phrases, with a soft acoustic solo outro fading on a held vocal ad-lib., ballad