Servant could you call me brother, master could you call me son?
Mama call me home for supper when it's done

Gather round the table Midwestern middle children
Sway your heads, swing your eyes and sing along
'Cause that church choir's singing with the force of a nor'easter
And it's a great harmonious song

Servant

Seated on the left side just as seated on the right
With a great cornucopia in between
While clutching forks and knives keep a guard over your eyes
Lest another covet what you have seen

Servant

When mouths are hungry, they're singing from their stomachs
When eyes are red, they're singing from their toes
When lips are pursed, the kissin's sure enough a sweet thing
Lest that puckering is evidence that something's bout to blow

Pass around the plate and fill it up with gladness
Swing your head, sway your eyes and sing along
'Cause that church choir's a singin' with the force of a nor'easter
And it's a great harmonious song

Servant