And you'll always have a place at my table
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Hey dinner's ready come on and eat
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Get her done
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This ain't no Memphis soul songs
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And Motown rhythm and blues
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Or smoky broken soundtracks
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Of my every childhood moves
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Soothing are the camera's looking out at my back 40
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Lord I don't know where I'd be if not from Berigordi
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See my story ain't that simple and it don't stop here
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Patsy Cline still echos through my younger years
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I know you can hear me cause the music never stops
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George Jones sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not
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CHORUS
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And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able
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And you'll always have a place at my table
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I've been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind
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But I've got friends in Tennessee Atlanta and Caroline
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We don't need no money and we don't want no grief
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But if you came to give some you'll be pickin' up your teeth
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REPEAT CHORUS
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That's your Uncle Kracker sittin' back there on that back porch
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And I think sittin' back here I can see everything I need to see
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I think back here I can see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin' up the Benz
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Everything is truly everything
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That's all it can ever be
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And that sure is good enough for me ha ha
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(And I'll always give ya help if I'm able
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And you'll always have a place at my table)
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REPEAT CHORUS Get her done
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Place at My Table
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| Uncle Kracker |
