Heather Smith - Room For One More Lyrics

Around Mema's table with the leaf put in
Whoever sat there became her kin
Rolling chairs on linoleum
In trouble for spinning around in 'em
You could tell it was almost time to eat
Cause Papa got a stepstool for another seat
And unfolded some brown metal chairs
The kind that pinched and pulled out hairs
No matter who came through the door
Mema's table had room for one more
No matter who came through the door
Mema's table had room for one more
Country Crock mixed with honey
Made the cornbread extra yummy
Garden tomatoes in a jar
My Daddy strumming on an old guitar
A bit of Tennessee right there in Detroit
Her cooking would never disappoint
Simple meals that fed the soul
Learned in the days of mining coal
It never mattered what you wore
Mema's table had room for one more
It never mattered what you wore
Mema's table had room for one more
After dinner, smoke hung in the air
But you know us kids, we didn't really care
Cause under the haze of the hanging light
Pinochle was being played all night
And I can't remember all of their names
But in my memory their faces are plain
Neighbors, cousins, friends from church
Would come by for a little bite of dessert
Made no difference if you're rich or poor
Mema's table had room for one more
Made no difference if you're rich or poor
Mema's table had room for one more
Made no difference if you're rich or poor
Mema's table had room for one more
Oh
Room for one more
Oh