Key: F major
Verse 1
G
D
feeling much of thanks*
Just a low- grade desperation
G
D
leaves me reeling in the ranks
Just when I think I'm getting somewhere
G
D
it's somewhere further to fall
It's the day before
Thanksgiving that is all
I don't believe the pilgrims sat
G
D
with Indians for a feast
A self- proclaimed holy sailor doesn't
G
D
break bread with his beast
Em
Bm
But then again he had a musket and the
G
D
G
D
him eat for life
A
D
F#m
Someone just cooked it up and it
A
G
D
is fed to you and me
Bm
A
G
war and never ask for help
F#m
G
And they cannot stand us thinking
D
G
D
for ourselves
G
A
D
The day before Thanksgiving
Bm
G
D
back in
1991
G
D
Mercedes just for fun
Bm
A
G
them Blue Ridge Mountain roads
G
D
teen weeks or so
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D
that car that wasn't mine
A
D
A
That I could have one too if I just
G
D
did not cross the line
Bm
A
G
and I was born to crack the code
F#m
G
D
And there ain't no shame in walking down this road
Bm
G
D
A
Bm
G
D
Em
Bm
A
G
F#m
G
D
A
Bm
So it's turkey breast and stuffing
A
G
D
with gravy on the top
A
Bm
A
Mashed potatoes, peas and dinner rolls,
G
D
you use them like a mop
Bm
A
G
got a child to say my grace
G
D
s me in my place
A
Bm
It's the day before Thanksgiving
A
G
D
I'm not feeling much of thanks
A
Bm
Just a low- grade desperation
A
G
D
leaves me reeling in the ranks
Bm
A
G
it's somewhere fur ther to fall
G
D
G
Thanksgiving that is all
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