Uncle Kracker - A Place at My Table lyrics
[Uncle Kracker - A Place at My Table lyrics]
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
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
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)
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
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
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)