If This Table Could Talk Songtext
von Preston Cooper

My momma′s momma bought it new
Been handed down a time or two
Now it's white oak, tried and true
With four beat up chairs
It′s heard some prayers and slamming doors
It's fell in love and got divorced
It's written letters to a son at war
And now he′s up there
It′s been around and it's seen it all

If this table could talk
It′d be southern and slow
It'd tell us the good times
And bad come and go
It′d remind us to laugh
And say it's okay to cry
If this table could talk
I′d sit here all night


Underneath it's carved my uncle's name
Held a deck of cards and an ashtray
Seen a full house and an empty plate
Where my dad used to be
It′s made some friends and lost a few
Been a bar stool or a lanai pew
It′s heard some lies and the gospel truth
And my sweet momma sing
It could tell a few things to these walls

If this table could talk
It'd be southern and slow
It′d tell us the good times
And bad come and go
It'd remind us to laugh
And say it′s okay to cry
If this table could talk
I'd sit here all night

It ain′t said a word all these years
But I find myself sitting right here


If this table could talk
It'd be southern and slow
It'd tell us the good times
And bad come and go
It′d remind us to laugh
And say it′s okay to cry
If this table could talk
I'd sit here all night
If this table could talk
I′d sit here all night