Mothers Mother

Intro C G C G [Verso 1] G Hi, Logan I guess you're writing another song Oh, that one you wrote yesterday was just so crazy Love you, hon [Verso 2] G There's a picture in the kitchen, black and white C Worn and faded a little girl G With an oak tree up above her G White dress clinging to her with her fingers 'round a kitten C Barefoot in the grass G That's my mother's mother [Verso 3] G There's a cast iron skillet, frying okra in the Crisco C G And a big ol' pan of cornbread in the oven G From peach cobbler to sweet iced tea I don't follow a recipe C I go by heart G And that's my mothr's mother [Refrão] C D I hope my driveway's just as long C Hope my porch light's always on G And the phone call's never done 'Til I say, "I love you, hon" C And I learned everything I know 'Bout how to make a garden grow G And how to set the plates A C And how to say the grace for Sunday supper G G From my mother's mother [Verso 4] G There's nothing that her porch swing couldn't fix C Don't matter how broken it gets G She'll put the pieces back together G She gets older, days keep passing I wish they'd pour more like molasses C G But time ain't a cup of sugar you can measure [Refrão] C D I hope my driveway's just as long C Hope my porch light's always on G And the phone call's never done Until I say, "I love you, hon" C And I learned everything I know 'Bout how to make a garden grow G And how to set the plates A C And how to say the grace for Sunday supper G From my mother's mother Outro C G And I hope that I have strawberries and tomatoes on the vine Am Bm C And I hope that I can be just like Em D C Oh, everybody says that I'm just like G G G My mother's mother G Mm, my mother's mother G Ocultar tablatura E|-3-2-0---3-| B|-------3-0-| G|---------0-| D|---------0-| A|---------2-| E|---------3-|