Scotty McCreery - Dirty dishes

^D Mama hollers Supper ti^Gme And don't m^Aake me tell you tw^Dice Wash your hands and wipe your f^Gace ^D The table's no place for your t^Goys And try to u^Ase your inside vo^Dice Don't dig in 'til we say Gr^Gace ^Em So we put down our forks and bo^Awed our heads ^Em And then she prayed the strangest pr^Aayer ever said

I wanna th^Dank You Lord ^G For noisy ch^Aildren and sl^Damming doors ^G And clothes s^Acattered all ov^Der the floor ^G A husband w^Aorkin' all the t^Bmime Draggin' in d^Aead tired at n^Gight An never ending messy k^Emitchen ^A And dirty di^Dshes ^{G D G}

^D We all got real still and qu^Giet And d^Aaddy asked Honey, you alr^Dight? She said There ain't nothing wr^Gong ^D Noisy kids are happy k^Gids And slamming d^Aoors just means we l^Dive In a warm and loving h^Gome ^Em Your long hours and those d^Aishes in the sink ^Em Means a job and e^Anough to eat

I wanna th^Dank You Lord ^G For noisy ch^Aildren and sl^Damming doors ^G And clothes s^Acattered all ov^Der the floor ^G A husband w^Aorkin' all the t^Bmime Draggin' in d^Aead tired at n^Gight An never ending messy k^Emitchen ^A

For my little b^Dusy bees ^G Beggin' m^Aama, mama c^Dan you please? ^G Always w^Aantin' me and c^Dallin' me ^G Loads of l^Aaundry pilin' ^Bmup Crayons cr^Aushed into the r^Gug In those little sticky k^Emisses ^A And dirty d^Dishes ^G And dirty d^Dishes ^{G D}