Almost Thanksgiving Day

Full steam ahead come what may

You get the world that you make they say

Chop up the wood and bale hay

Now that it's almost Thanksgiving Day

The kids come and go with their things

We sit and polish our wedding rings

The forecast snow on the way

Just in time for Thanksgiving Day

Out on the street some fool crashed

Drinking port wine and sour mash

That's one man who can say

No thanks Thanksgiving Day

I'm bone weary, I'm bone tired

The wood stove's last spark just expired

Dawn's about one hour away

And it's almost Thanksgiving Day