It's the day before Thanksgiving I'm not
feeling much of thanks*
Just a low- grade desperation
leaves me reeling in the ranks
Just when I think I'm getting somewhere
it's somewhere further to fall
It's the day before
Thanksgiving that is all
I don't believe the pilgrims sat
with Indians for a feast
A self- proclaimed holy sailor doesn't
break bread with his beast
But then again he had a musket and the
Indian had a knife
And the musket man could make
him eat for life
I don't believe this country's
manifestering destiny
Someone just cooked it up and it
is fed to you and me
They tell us who to love and
war and never ask for help
And they cannot stand us thinking
for ourselves
The day before Thanksgiving
back in
1991
A millionaire let me drive his
Mercedes just for fun
And I drove it with the top down on
them Blue Ridge Mountain roads
He let me keep it thir
teen weeks or so
And I know what he was saying with
that car that wasn't mine
That I could have one too if I just
did not cross the line
But lines were made for crossing
and I was born to crack the code
And there ain't no shame in walking down this road
So it's turkey breast and stuffing
with gravy on the top
Mashed potatoes, peas and dinner rolls,
you use them like a mop
Got my position at the table,
got a child to say my grace
And a wife and boss that keep
s me in my place
It's the day before Thanksgiving
I'm not feeling much of thanks
Just a low- grade desperation
leaves me reeling in the ranks
Just when I think I'm getting somewhere
it's somewhere fur ther to fall
It's the day before
Thanksgiving that is all