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