Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Rhonda Funk
Vocais
John Heithaus
Baixo
Peter Young
Bateria
J. Spivey
Fiddle
Bro Paul Brown
Teclados
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Rhonda Funk
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
John Heithaus
Produção
Peter Young
Produção
Letra
MORE THAN A TABLE
He’d disappear into that shed
Said he needed to clear his head
He’d be gone for hours - ‘till the moon came out
I could hear him sawing boards and poundin nails
Couldn’t see what it was, but he worked like hell
I’d make him dinner and set it out
On a rickety table that was broken down
Scratched up and scarred, chairs fallin’ apart
Until that day I walked in and he was sittin’ down
On a brand new table old barn wood
He said, It’s strong and sturdy and it’s chairs are good
It’s not perfect but neither am I
But It’ll be in this room ‘till the day you die
Just like me the rest of my life
he built more than a table
At the meal I sat there in that chair
Rubbed my hand across it and I just stared
At his craftsmanship and the job he did
How he paid attention to all details
Smoothed out every edge without fail
And I want him more ‘cause of what he did
That silent love of that gift
Said more words than anything he could ever say
With a brand new table old barn wood
He said, It’s strong and sturdy and it’s chairs are good
It’s not perfect but neither am I
It’ll be in this room ‘till the day you die
Just like me the rest of my life
He built more than a table
That night he took me by the hand
Asked me to make him a happy man
Then he slid that box
‘Cross that table top
It was a brand new table old barn wood
He said, It’s strong and sturdy and it’s chairs are good
It’s not perfect but neither am I
It’ll be in this room ‘till the day you die
Just like me the rest of my life
If he could only see
When he made that for me
He built more than a table
Written by: Rhonda Funk
