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And you'll always have a place at my table
Hey, dinner's ready, come on and eat
Get her done
Give it, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it

Based on Memphis soul songs and Motown rhythm and blues
Ol' Smokie wrote the soundtrack to my every childhood move
Soothing are the cameras looking out at my back forty
Lord, I don't know where I'd be if not from Berigordi

See my story ain't that simple and it don't stop here
Patsy Cline still echoes through my younger years
I know you can hear me 'cause the music never stops
George Jones sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not

And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able
And you'll always have a place at my table

I've been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind
But I've got friends in Tennessee, Atlanta, Caroline
We don't need no money and we don't want no grief
But if you came to give some you'll be pickin' up your teeth

And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able
And you'll always have a place at my table

That's your Uncle Kracker sittin' back there on that back porch
And I think sittin' back here I can see everythin' I need to see
I think down here that I see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin' up the Benz
Everything is truly everything
That's all it can ever be and that sure is good enough for me

And I'll always give ya help when I'm able
And you'll always have a place at my table

And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able
And you'll always have a place at my table
(Get her done)

Now don't go there, boy
I said, boy don't you go down there
[Incomprehensible] no money