She hated to cook but she did it anyway
A slave to the kitchen for 3 meals a day
Did all the things a housewife shoulda done
We wanted for some things, but we didn’t want for love

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It's been fifty years but it was yesterday

She sang songs in the kitchen
How great thou art, in her own way
While washing the dishes
Tryna talk to me about my day
Didn’t know I would miss it or, try to relive it
But I find myself reminiscing
About my mom
Singing songs in the kitchen

And sometimes I'd wake up hearing that sound
Something about her voice I can hear it now
She’d tiptoe to my room and gently cover me
With a quilt she’d made from hand me down things

Our little home felt so sweet

She sang songs in the kitchen
How great thou art, in her own way
While washing the dishes
Just like she did yesterday
Didn’t know I would miss it, Or try to relive it
But I find myself reminiscing
About my mom
Singing songs in the kitchen