A Place at My Table (Revised Spoken Intro)

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

Soothin' are the cameras lookin'

Out at my back forty

Lord I don't know where I'd be

If not from Berry Gordy

See my story ain't that simple

And it don't stop here

Patsy Cline still echos 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 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

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

Everything I need to see

I think out yonder I see poor old

Mr Bradford fuelin' up the Benz

Everythin' is truly everythin'

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