| 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 and Motown rhythm and blues
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| Or smoky broken soundtracks of my every childhood moves
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| Soothin' are the cameras lookin' out at my back forty
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| Lord I don’t know where I’d be if not from Berry Gordy
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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 out yonder I see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin' up the Benz
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| Everythin' is truly everythin' that’s all it can ever be
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| And that sure is good enough for me
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| And I’ll always give ya help when I’m able
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| And you’ll always have a place at my table
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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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| Get her done |