I drop by to check on mama
For a minute
I could hear her hummin' a tune

Through the screen door in the kitchen
She was puttin' the final touches
On a homemade pecan pie yeah
And just like always, I was
Right on time

A little game of guess who
And I got a hug and "how's my baby?", I said
You know me momma, I've been hitting it hard
And runnin' like crazy
But I don't wanna bore you with that same old, nothin's new
I'd rather just pull up this chair and get caught up on you

Ain't it funny how it all comes back around?
I remember when I couldn't wait to get out of her hair
And ditch this town I was eighteen, time to move on
Now it's any reason to go back home
That's what it's all about
Yeah, just slowin' down
And get my feet back on the ground

That minute turned into an hour
Before I knew it
I got my fill on pie and how everbody's doin'
I used to look for every reason in the world to hit that door
And she said "do you want another cup of coffee"?
And I said "yeah mama I'll have one more"

Ain't it funny how it all comes back around?
I remember when I couldn't wait to get out of her hair
And ditch this town I was eighteen, time to move on
Now it's any reason to go back home
That's what it's all about
Yeah, just slowin' down
And get my feet back on the ground

Yeah and now I can't go too many days without
Checkin' in, just touchin' base
And just slowin' down
Back on the ground

I drop by to check on mama
For a minute

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Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Neil Thrasher, Tony Martin