It was just an old kitchen table
It had been painted six or seven times
It was where I'd sit while my momma made us dinner
It was where I saw my first dime
If I needed a place to take apart a radio
Or glue a plastic model plane
There was that old kitchen table waitin' there
And I wish that I had it back again.

The winter I was seventeen, Joleen and I drank cocoa
And sat there while we talked about our plans.
And if Momma went upstairs when the kitchen clock said nine,
We'd get a chance to kiss and hold each others' hands
We would sit and listen to the kitchen radio
Singing "Blue Moon" and "Cryin' in the Rain"
Just an old kitchen table waiting there when it was needed
And I wish that I had it back again.

...hell, it's a rough and smarmy start, but it's a start. IMagine a tune vaguely parallel to "Momma Tried".

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