A Place At My Table Songtext / Lyric

And you'll always have a place at my table

Hey dinner's ready come on and eat

Get her done



This ain't no Memphis soul songs

And Motown rhythm and blues

Or smoky broken soundtracks

Of my every childhood moves

Soothing are the camera's looking out at my back 40

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 echo's 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 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 and 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



REPEAT CHORUS



That's 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

That's all it can ever be

And that sure is good enough for me ha ha



(And I'll always give ya help if I'm able

And you'll always have a place at my table)



REPEAT CHORUS Get her done