Eric Church – The Joint (Guitar)

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The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route

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She parked in old man Taylor's woods so she wouldn't be found out

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Turned off her dome light and snuck off by herself

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Crouched down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell

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That hangout my daddy used to hang around

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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down

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Just like that the tabs and stools and tables got turned

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To the only joint my momma ever, burned, burned

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Just like someone flipped a switch, dad started coming home

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No more eating late cause supper's with that tavern gone

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I had my suspicions, til the night when we said grace

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Dad said, "Forgive us, our transgressions as I lit up momma's face."

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Like that hangout my daddy used to hang around

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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down

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Just like that the tabs and stools and tables got turned

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To the only joint my momma ever burned, (burned x7)

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Of all the small town bonfires and bloodhounds in this town

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I'm the only one who ever found out about

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That hangout my daddy used to hang around

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We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down

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Just like that the tabs and stools and tables got turned

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To the only joint my momma ever burned