Flour on My Flannel

[Intro]

(Pedal steel slide) Hey Mama — you're on speaker!

[Verse 1]

Fourteenth floor in a city where nobody knows my name,

Got a skillet from the thrift store and a window full of rain;

I miss the screen door squeaking and the porch boards creaking slow,

So I called you up on Sunday: "Mama, walk me through it — go."

[Pre-Chorus]

Two cups of this, a pinch of that,

"Don't forget the buttermilk!" — I can hear you laugh.

[Chorus]

There's flour on my flannel and a smile on my face,

Your voice on the counter fills up this tiny place;

Cast iron's singing like the kitchen back home,

Mama, with you on speaker, I'm never alone —

A little bit of home is rising in the oven light,

Flour on my flannel — I'm gonna be alright.

[Verse 2]

Then the neighbor from across the hall came knocking 'cause it smelled so sweet,

Then the guy from 4C and the lady with the parakeet;

We ate it off of paper towels, standing in the hall,

And I held the phone up high so you could hear them thank you all.

[Pre-Chorus]

Two cups of this, a pinch of that,

"Told you it would bring a crowd!" — I can hear you laugh.

[Chorus]

There's flour on my flannel and a smile on my face,

Your voice on the counter fills up this tiny place;

Cast iron's singing like the kitchen back home,

Mama, with you on speaker, I'm never alone —

A little bit of home is rising in the oven light,

Flour on my flannel — I'm gonna be alright.

[Bridge]

Some folks pack a photo, some folks pack a flag,

I packed a recipe card at the bottom of my bag;

It's smudged and it's stained and it's written in your hand —

Turns out home's a thing you can make right where you stand.

[Final Chorus]

There's flour on my flannel and a smile on my face,

Your voice on the counter fills up this tiny place;

Cast iron's singing like the kitchen back home,

Mama, with you on speaker, I'm never alone —

A little bit of home is rising in the oven light,

Flour on my flannel — I'm gonna be alright.

(Yeah, Mama) Save me the real thing when I'm home for the holidays,

Flour on my flannel — I'm gonna be alright.

[Outro]

(Pedal steel) Love you, Mama — it's done! (Ding!)