| It’s just an old piece of wood
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| On top of four legs
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| It’s got a few coffee stains, and a thousand marks from «god knows when»
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| Ain’t too many things, that could stand the test of time
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| But this family table’s held together by a love that never dies
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| So won’t you come on in?
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| Supper’s almost done
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| Go ahead and call your friends
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| 'Cause we got room for everyone
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| Let’s make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine
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| Pull up a chair and stay a while, at the family table
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| Family table
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| It’s the cornerstone that held us all up
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| Through the best of times
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| And be that way when times got tough
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| We blew the candles out
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| In our walk through time
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| This family table’s bound together by love that never dies
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| So won’t you come on in?
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| Supper’s almost done
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| Go ahead and call your friends
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| 'Cause we got room for everyone
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| Let’s make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine
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| Pull up a chair, stay a while
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| Gather round, hand in hand
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| Close our eyes and bow our heads
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| Thank the lord for everything he’s done, and for everyone
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| At the family table
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| So please come on in, when your work is done
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| Go 'head and wash your hands
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| And gather 'round with everyone
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| Makin' some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine
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| No other place can ease your mind, like a family table
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| Family table
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| At the family table
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| Family table |