Lyrics
Fifty hour week, no fun, no sleep, pulling that overtime
It's a delicate dance working like a
man while you're keeping your apron tied
Don't seem fair, gotta color your hair,
and you're barely thirty six years old
Livin for a sip,
knowing what you're gonna get at the door when you get home
Clean, clean, clean that kitchen
Wipe them babies' tears
Hearing your old man bitching while the phone's screaming in your ear
Holding it together,
hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank
Now I know why my mama drank
She'd hide behind her Maybelline smile, lord knows her nerves are shot
So when the kids went down and the lights
went out, she pour a little [turn-it-off?]
Now i'm on the back steps with my first
cigarette and my third glass of cheap red wine
Cause she taught me what a woman
really needs to keep her warm at night, yeah
Cause it's clean, clean, clean that kitchen
Wipe them babies' tears
Hearing your old man bitching while the phone's screaming in your ear
Holding it together,
hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank
Now I know why my mama drank
Yes she did
Clean, clean, clean that kitchen
Wipe them babies' tears
Hearing your old man bitching while he's sucking down another beer
Yeah you're holding it together,
hoping worse gets better and there's still money in the bank
Yeah, I know why my mama drank
Yeah, I can see it now how a little
shot of crown could sure fill up her tank
Yeah, I know why my mama drank