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