Mark Brine

Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine
 
My folks were like MA & PA KettleThat’s just how my childhood appears Now that I’ve grown up ‘n wandered away.. y’ know, It’s really been quite a few years
When I’d  run in slammin’ the screen door“Hey MA what’s for supper tonite?”And like a sensitive mom she would listen to mePlay my guitar , well I was tryin’, not quite
But they always had some understanding Of what I was doin’ ‘n whyAnd when I think of the craziest things that I’d didI’d feel awful just known’ they’d cried
Chorus:‘Cause my folks were like MA & PA KettleStrugglin’ day after dayAnd with all of us kids, they done the best that they couldProvin’ where there’s a will there’s a wayAnd at times it was hard but the storms always settled‘Cause my folks were like MA & PA KettleYeah, my folks were like MA & PA Kettle
And, the children well they’re mostly all grownThere’s a few at the old house back thereBut bein’ the oldest, it’s memories for meOf a time that we no more can share
But in the back of my mind, there’s a screen doorAnd now and then, I can still hear it slamAnd I’m back home again with MA & PA KettleAnd I’m happy for the times that I am
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