Bài hát The Thanksgiving Filter Báo Lỗi

Grandmother's wheelchair is sitting in the corner

We all sure love her, but the little ones avoid her

Cause she's gray-haired and wrinkled and her burden looks heavy

Ninety years of survival can look awful scary

Papa's building something and has since history

But what he's building is still a mystery

It's big and it's twisting and shaped convoluted

It don't have a function but you better salute it

And it will never be finished but I guess that's the point

It just gives him a filter and psychological ointment

He woke up real early but he's late for his appointment

And I sure wish that I had smoked me a joint

It's Thanksgiving and Jesus, I'm thankful

For abundance and bounty and a big tall stiff drink-full

And the love of your mother and the love of mine too

Thanksgiving's almost over and Christmas is soon

Mama is trying to live in the present

Don't let him have a heart attack before I pay off the presents

Granddaddy's gone but she still feels his presence

He tried to call but he didn't leave a message

It's Thanksgiving and Jesus I'm thankful…

So put the food on the table and Papa says a blessing

They're cutting up some turkey and gobbling some dressing

My Aunt's praising Palin and my niece loves Obama

My uncle came to dinner wearing his pajamas

Thank God for the filter that enables some distance

From the screaming and crying and the needs of assistance

You wonder why I drink and curse the holidays

Blessed be my family from 300 miles away

It's Thanksgiving and Jesus I'm thankful…