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