And youll always have a place at my table
Hey dinners ready come on and eat
Get her done
This aint no Memphis soul songs
And Motown rhythm and blues
Or smoky broken soundtracks
Of my every childhood moves
Soothing are the cameras looking out at my back 40
Lord I dont know where Id be if not from Berigordi
See my story aint that simple and it dont stop here
Patsy Cline still echos through my younger years
I know you can hear me cause the music never stops
George Jone sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not
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And Ill always lend a hand if Im able
And youll always have a place at my table
Ive been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind
But Ive got friends in Tennessee Atlanta and Caroline
We dont need no money and we dont want no grief
But if you came to give some youll be pickin up your teeth
REPEAT CHORUS
Thats your Uncle Kracker sittin back there on that back porch
And I think sittin back here I can see everything I need to see
I think back here I can see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin up the Benz
Everything is truly everything
Thats all it can ever be
And that sure is good enough for me ha ha
(And Ill always give ya help if Im able
And youll always have a place at my table)
REPEAT CHORUS Get her done