Dirty Dishes

And you cried all night Till you created a stream and it flows forever It's made of dreams that didn't come true And I'm sorry, there's nothing more that I can do When we get together Take apart my fantasy And when we are done We'll work on you It's

Scotty McCreery - Dirty Dishes Mama hollers "Supper time, And don't make me tell you twice Wash your hands and wipe your face. The table's no place for your toys, And try to use your inside voice, Don't dig in 'til we say Grace." So we put down