Patsy Cline still echoes through my younger years
I think down here that I see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin' up the Benz
And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able

Ol' Smokie wrote the soundtrack to my every childhood move
Everything is truly everything

George Jones sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not

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
That's all it can ever be and that sure is good enough for me
Now don't go there, boy
See my story ain't that simple and it don't stop here
We don't need no money and we don't want no grief
Give it, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it
Get her done
And I think sittin' back here I can see everythin' I need to see

[Incomprehensible] no money
I know you can hear me 'cause the music never stops
Soothing are the cameras looking out at my back forty
(Get her done)

And I'll always lend a hand if I'm able
I've been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind
And I'll always give ya help when I'm able

That's your Uncle Kracker sittin' back there on that back porch
And you'll always have a place at my table
And you'll always have a place at my table
Lord, I don't know where I'd be if not from Berigordi
And you'll always have a place at my table
I said, boy don't you go down there
Based on Memphis soul songs and Motown rhythm and blues
But I've got friends in Tennessee, Atlanta, Caroline

And you'll always have a place at my table