"Hall Of Fame" lyrics

There's an Oklahoma road
Leads to some bricks near a pine tree grove
Where mama fit a million memories
Inside eleven hundred square feet
Just a know-it-all kid, not afraid to mouth off
Always showing up late with my muddy boots on
I was hell on wheels, looking for a get gone
But how'd you do it, ma?

You never asked for nothing, never made it about you
Oughta be a medal for the hell you went through
Shining up on display
The whole world oughta know your name
Ain't a gold trophy big enough to thank you
Mama, just know every time you walk through
That little white house with that hall full of picture frames
You're walking in the hall of fame

Funny how I was MVP
Ninth grade ball, thought it was all about me but
I'd have never made the team
Without them miles in your old Ford Jeep
Yeah, you put your dreams in the backseat

You never asked for nothing, never made it about you
Oughta be a medal for the hell you went through
Shining up on display
The whole world oughta know your name
Ain't a gold trophy big enough to thank you
Mama, just know every time you walk through
That little white house with that hall full of picture frames
You're walking in the hall of fame

Front steps, front door, on up that staircase
You're walking in the hall of fame
May be just a house down the street with no name
You're walking in the hall of fame
Front steps, front door, on up that staircase
You're walking in the hall of fame
May be just a house down the street with no name
You're walking in the hall of fame

There's an Oklahoma road
Leads to some bricks near a pine tree grove
Where mama fit a million memories
Inside eleven hundred square feet