Momma's Cooking (Country Song)

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[Verse]
Down in the holler where the wild flowers grow
There's a little farmhouse with a heart full of gold
Mama's got a kitchen, it's her sacred space
Where she cooks up love with a smile on her face
Bread in the oven, butter on the stovetop
Fried chicken sizzlin', biscuits poppin' off
Corn on the cob and collard greens to share
Mama's homemade recipe, love beyond compare
[Verse 2]
From the first taste, you know you're in for a treat
Momma's seasoning, can't be beat
The way she seasons, it's a work of art
Each bite takes you straight to the heart
[Verse 3]
Mama's cookin', Sunday morning in the kitchen
Smell of bacon sizzlin', grits and biscuits risen
Pot of coffee perkin', gospel music playin' loud
All my worries fade away in that sweet southern cloud
[Verse 4]
Mama's fried chicken, golden brown and oh so crispy
Collard greens simmerin', cornbread sweet and buttery
Pork roast in the oven, slow and tender all day
Memories of Mama's cookin' will never fade away
[Chorus]
Oh, Mama's cookin', it's a taste of heaven above
From her hands to the table, made with all her love
I'll hold on tight to those recipes, so true
Mama's cookin' brings me home, every time I'm feelin' blue