Thanksgiving in Texas (Barb Barton) F#
Honey I’m gonna be gone a few days
I can’t seem to run away anymore,
there’s a hole I can’t fill, seems like nothing will
I’m done fighting in this cold, lonely war
The turkey can wait a month or two
Til they drain the drink from my blood
So keep the fire going and just keep on knowing
that this time won’t be anything like before
and so she goes.....
My god she took three months to tell me this
what was she scared of I don’t really know
But what mattered to me was the change in the sea
I guess finally she the right road...
It’s Thanksgiving in Texas, it’s Thanksgiving in me
The bottle is broken, the ship is set free
And it’s sailing, it’s sailing
Oh it’s Thanksgiving in Texas it’s Thanksgiving in me
She said there’s a group that meets Mondays at 5
and Wednesday’s a quarter til 8
We finish up supper and we both go the meeting
You know it’s funny, seems like we just met
We talked about her life and we talked about mine
in a language that was new to her lips
And guarding my hopefulness, wish her the best
But I can’t keep that smile from my face....
It’s Thanksgiving in Texas, it’s Thanksgiving in me
The bottle is broken, the ship is set free
And it’s sailing, it’s sailing
Oh it’s Thanksgiving in Texas it’s Thanksgiving in me
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Lyrics submitted by Barb Barton.