The Kitchen

We were NASCAR drivers cutting short around turns 3 and 4
Racing 'round that island in our tennis shoes on that hardwood kitchen floor
We were superheroes protecting mama from monsters in the fridge
Playing hide and seek underneath that sink and eating steak 'cause daddy did

Growing up we found it was built for more than just serving up fried chicken
'Cause the recipe we wrote by the life we're living was cooked up in the kitchen

It's where my mama'd read the Good Book
And daddy was playing all
Them old George Strait songs on the radio
And us kids, we'd sing along

It's where we laughed and loved
And sent prayers up for all that we've been given
Yeah, the recipe we wrote 'bout the life we're living
Was cooked up in the kitchen

That old Kenmore double door oven made many a Thanksgiving thing for me
And if these walls could talk, there's no telling all the great stories they can be
Those bare foot dancing, late night jamming concert countertops
They painted a picture in our mind that'll never be forgot

It's where my mama'd read the Good Book
And daddy was playing all
Them new George Strait songs on the radio
And us kids we'd sing along

It's where we laughed and loved
And sent prayers up for all that we've been given
Yeah, the recipe we wrote 'bout the life we're living
Was cooked up in the kitchen

Last minute late night homework hangouts
Saturday morning breakfast club
It's the heart and soul in this ol' house
And a root to all our love

It's where my mama'd read the Good Bbook
And daddy was playing all
Them new George Strait songs on the radio
And us kids we'd sing along

It's where we laughed and loved
And sent prayers up for all that we've been given
Yeah, the recipe we wrote 'bout the life we're living
Oh, the recipe we wrote 'bout the life we're living
Was cooked up in the kitchen