Breakfast at Momma's

Smoke rollin' from momma's kitchen early in the morning. 

You can tell the bacon's almost ready. 

Oh, smell the sweet breeze of honeysuckle, 

Her rose perfume, all floating about so pleasantly. 
The sun was so warm shining through those big french doors. 

Momma always had on an apron and a smile. 

That's been a long time now an' I tell ya. 

They aint' a thing I miss more than 

Breakfast at momma's.