[Verse] Sunlight’s dancin’ through the windowpanes, Mama’s hummin’ sweet like an old refrain, Rockin’ on the floor where the floorboards creak, Her laughter’s the harmony I always seek. [Pre-Chorus] Tin roof tappin’, smells of apple pie, Every little moment’s a lullaby, [Chorus] In Mama’s kitchen gospel on a Sunday afternoon, Where the love is poured like coffee, and it’s steeped in every tune, Her hands are singin’ blessings, and the biscuit’s risin’ high, In that warm and holy haven where the heart’s never dry. [Verse] Grandpa’s stories floatin’ on the summer breeze, And the kids are playin’ underneath the oak trees, Mama’s voice, a fire that never fades, Keeps us close, no matter where we’ve made our way. [Pre-Chorus] Tin roof tappin’, smells of apple pie, Every little moment’s a lullaby, [Chorus] In Mama’s kitchen gospel on a Sunday afternoon, Where the love is poured like coffee, and it’s steeped in every tune, Her hands are singin’ blessings, and the biscuit’s risin’ high, In that warm and holy haven where the heart’s never dry. [Bridge] Oh, the world keeps spinnin’, but here’s my truth, In that kitchen light, I find my roots, Every chord she sings, every word she croons, Is the sweetest gospel on a lazy afternoon. [Chorus] In Mama’s kitchen gospel on a Sunday afternoon, Where the love is poured like coffee, and it’s steeped in every tune, Her hands are singin’ blessings, and the biscuit’s risin’ high, In that warm and holy haven where the heart’s never dry. [Chorus] In Mama’s kitchen gospel on a Sunday afternoon, Where the love is poured like coffee, and it’s steeped in every tune, Her hands are singin’ blessings, and the biscuit’s risin’ high, In that warm and holy haven where the heart’s never dry. [Outro] Yeah, that kitchen gospel keeps me coming home, Sunday afternoon, I’m never alone.