Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well the sun’s goin’ down and the smell’s risin’ up,
From Mama’s ol’ skillet to her favorite cookin’ cup.
Bratwurst fryin’, veggies in the pan,
She’s the kitchen queen with a wooden spoon in hand.

I’m sittin’ at the table with my fork and knife,
Stomach rumblin’ louder than a Saturday night.
Ain’t no drive-thru meal can beat this charm,
When Gina’s cookin’ love on the family farm.

[Chorus]
Ohhh Mama Gina, you’re a Southern delight,
Bratwurst and veggies done up just right.
I’m hungry as a hound at a barbeque,
And I’m thankin’ the Lord for a mom like you.

[Verse 2]
Zucchini sliced with a touch of grace,
Corn in the skillet like a backyard race.
Bell peppers poppin’, onions too,
And that bratwurst smellin’ like a dream come true.

She’s got her apron tied, her boots on tight,
Dancin’ to the radio in the pale porch light.
It ain’t just dinner, it’s a little piece of home,
With love in every bite she makes on her own.

[Chorus]
Ohhh Mama Gina, you’re a hometown star,
Turnin’ simple food into a work of art.
I’m hungry as a bear in early spring,
Waitin’ on that kitchen bell to ring.

[Bridge]
No fancy plates, no candlelight,
Just a warm dish and a feelin’ right.
If you’ve ever had her cookin’, you’d agree,
She’s got country magic in her recipe.

[Final Chorus]
Yeah Mama Gina, you’re the heart of this place,
With a little salt, pepper, and a whole lotta grace.
Bratwurst and veggies, simmerin’ slow,
I’m the luckiest kid that the world could know.

[Outro]
Now pass me that plate, I can’t wait no more,
Mama Gina’s cookin’ — what I’m livin’ for. 🎶