Scotty McCreery - Dirty dishes

^C Mama hollers Supper ti^Fme And don't m^Gake me tell you tw^Cice Wash your hands and wipe your f^Face ^C The table's no place for your t^Foys And try to u^Gse your inside vo^Cice Don't dig in 'til we say Gr^Face ^Dm So we put down our forks and bo^Gwed our heads ^Dm And then she prayed the strangest pr^Gayer ever said

I wanna th^Cank You Lord ^F For noisy ch^Gildren and sl^Camming doors ^F And clothes s^Gcattered all ov^Cer the floor ^F A husband w^Gorkin' all the t^Amime Draggin' in d^Gead tired at n^Fight An never ending messy k^Dmitchen ^G And dirty di^Cshes ^{F C F}

^C We all got real still and qu^Fiet And d^Gaddy asked Honey, you alr^Cight? She said There ain't nothing wr^Fong ^C Noisy kids are happy k^Fids And slamming d^Goors just means we l^Cive In a warm and loving h^Fome ^Dm Your long hours and those d^Gishes in the sink ^Dm Means a job and e^Gnough to eat

I wanna th^Cank You Lord ^F For noisy ch^Gildren and sl^Camming doors ^F And clothes s^Gcattered all ov^Cer the floor ^F A husband w^Gorkin' all the t^Amime Draggin' in d^Gead tired at n^Fight An never ending messy k^Dmitchen ^G

For my little b^Cusy bees ^F Beggin' m^Gama, mama c^Can you please? ^F Always w^Gantin' me and c^Callin' me ^F Loads of l^Gaundry pilin' ^Amup Crayons cr^Gushed into the r^Fug In those little sticky k^Dmisses ^G And dirty d^Cishes ^F And dirty d^Cishes ^{F C}