A Place At My Table

And youÔÇÖll always have a place at my table

Hey dinnerÔÇÖs ready come on and eat

Get her done



This ainÔÇÖt no Memphis soul songs

And Motown rhythm and blues

Or smoky broken soundtracks

Of my every childhood moves

Soothing are the cameraÔÇÖs looking out at my back 40

Lord I donÔÇÖt know where IÔÇÖd be if not from Berigordi

See my story ainÔÇÖt that simple and it donÔÇÖt stop here

Patsy Cline still echoÔÇÖs through my younger years

I know you can hear me ÔÇ˙cause the music never stops

George Jone sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not



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And IÔÇÖll always lend a hand if IÔÇÖm able

And youÔÇÖll always have a place at my table



IÔÇÖve been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind

But IÔÇÖve got friends in Tennessee Atlanta and Caroline

We donÔÇÖt need no money and we donÔÇÖt want no grief

But if you came to give some youÔÇÖll be pickinÔÇÖ up your teeth



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ThatÔÇÖs your Uncle Kracker sittinÔÇÖ back there on that back porch

And I think sittinÔÇÖ back here I can see everything I need to see

I think back here I can see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelinÔÇÖ up the Benz

Everything is truly everything

ThatÔÇÖs all it can ever be

And that sure is good enough for me ha ha



(And IÔÇÖll always give ya help if IÔÇÖm able

And youÔÇÖll always have a place at my table)



REPEAT CHORUS Get her done