Story Behind the Song
Inspired by a family get together at Thanksgiving
Lyrics
Met a wise ole preacher once, he stood ‘bout six foot four
A mountain with a mustache, had to bend for every door
When Reverend Herbert Suttle spoke folks traveled far to hear
For he inspired true faith and love and brought them all to tears
When the Reverend went back home, gone was his fame and status
It didn’t matter what he knew or the Scriptures he could quote us
It didn’t make a difference to his mother in the ‘berbs
For to her he’s still her baby boy, just “Momma’s Little Herb”
Mom's in charge, Mom's in charge,
That's the golden rule, yes Mom's in charge
You're never too old and you're never too large
When you go back home, Mom's in charge.
Molly was a singer who had fans that numbered millions
She had her famous face and voice on CD’s by the trillions
But once a year when she went home, she left behind her wishes
‘Cause you best believe that you would find, that diva doing dishes
You see Thomas Wolfe was wrong about not going home again
Of course you often go back home to visit all your kin
Just be sure to leave behind your pride both small and large
For once you step into her house, the rule is …
Mom's in charge, Mom's in charge,
That's the golden rule, yes Mom's in charge
You're never too old and you're never too large
When you go back home, Mom's in charge.
Instrumental
You see Thomas Wolfe was wrong about not going home again
Of course you often go back home to visit all your kin
Just be sure to leave behind your pride both small and large
For once you step into her house, the rule is …
Mom's in charge, Mom's in charge,
That's the golden rule, yes Mom's in charge
You're never too old and you're never too large
When you go back home, Mom's in charge.
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Alex Townes
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