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

CHORUS

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