THANKSGIVING DAY IS HERE AT LAST, AROMA DRIFTING FROM THE PAST.
MY KITCHEN FILLED WITH AROMAS, I'M LOVIN', THE GUEST OF HONOR IS IN THE OVEN.
SURE DOES MAKE THE KITCHEN HOT, AND BIG BIRD DON'T QUITE FIT THE POT.

I FOUND THAT TIN FOIL I DO LACK, SO I MADE DO WITH A PAPER SACK.
I'M SHORT OF PANS, HAVEN'T GOT A POT, AND SERVING BOWLS I HAVE NOT.
AND THAT AIN'T ALL THAT I DON'T GOT.

I DON'T GOTTA WORRY NONE WHERE MY NEXT HUG IS COMIN FROM, OR WHO WILL CALL ME MOM OR HON OR TREAT ME LIKE A FRIEND.

SO I'LL PEEL IT, CHOP IT, MIX AND FIX IT, THEN I'LL STUFF IT FROM BOTH ENDS.
IT DON'T MATTER WHAT I DON'T GOT, ON ME IT ALL DEPENDS.

FOR DINNERS THAT I COULDN'T FIX OR CRISPY CRITTERS IN THE MIX.
FOR UNDERSTANDING, LOVE AND CHEER THAT I RECEIVED THROUGHOUT THE YEAR.
FOR WHAT I HAVE AND I HAVE NOT, I THANK THE LORD FOR ALL I'VE GOT.