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Verse 1
Just a low- grade desperation
Just when I think I'm getting somewhere
It's the day before
Thanksgiving that is all
I don't believe the pilgrims sat
A self- proclaimed holy sailor doesn't
Gm
Dm
But then again he had a musket and the
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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
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F
for ourselves
The day before Thanksgiving
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F
back in
1991
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C
Bb
them Blue Ridge Mountain roads
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C
That I could have one too if I just
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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
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F
C
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Gm
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Bb
C
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F
with gravy on the top
C
Dm
C
Mashed potatoes, peas and dinner rolls,
Dm
C
Bb
got a child to say my grace
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F
I'm not feeling much of thanks
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Bb
F
leaves me reeling in the ranks
Dm
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Bb
it's somewhere fur ther to fall
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