Sweet Tea & Spaghetti

Lyrics

Verse 1
Sunlight on that old tin roof
Screen door slam and she’d call my name
Bare feet
July heat
Ice clinkin’ in a mason jar frame
She’d kiss my cheek
Laugh so easy
Flour on her hands and a dishrag swingin’
Radio hummin’ in the corner
And I swear I still hear her singin'

Chorus
Lord
I miss my momma
More than these words can say
From her sweet tea on a Sunday
To her spaghetti on a worn-out Tuesday
It’s the little things that haunt me
In this empty house so quiet and heavy
Yeah
I’d trade this whole wide world
For her sweet tea and spaghetti

Verse 2
I still use that same old pot
Stained red from a thousand nights
Jar of herbs on the window
Tryin’ to get her recipe right
But it never tastes like it used to
Guess love was her secret all along
I twirl this fork
Choke back tears
Hear her hum in every song

Chorus
Lord
I miss my momma
More than these words can say
From her sweet tea on a Sunday
To her spaghetti on a worn-out Tuesday
It’s the little things that haunt me
In this empty house so quiet and heavy
Yeah
I’d trade this whole wide world
For her sweet tea and spaghetti

Bridge
Got her apron on the back of a chair
Her handwriting in that old cookbook there
I talk out loud like she’s still around (you hear me, momma?)
Stirrin’ the sauce when the sun goes down

Chorus
Lord
I miss my momma
More than these words can say
From her sweet tea on a Sunday
To her spaghetti on a worn-out Tuesday
It’s the way she said “baby”
Made every broken thing feel steady
Yeah
I’d trade this whole wide world
Every last mile I’ve been ready
Just to sit at her kitchen table
For sweet tea and spaghetti