Henry Crook Bird - Thanksgiving Lyrics

I'm a fixture at the quarries
I work from dawn to dusk
Pushing mud, crushing rock
And choking down the dust
I can swear that I was born here
And it's here that I will rust
But tonight they all can kiss my ass
I'm punching out for home

I can see you're rather new here
Far out away from home
No corner in particular to be
I've got a house right on the mountainside
And I want you to know
That you can come around the bend
And spend the holidays with me

The days all blend together here
Forever on they drone
The boss'll work your fingers till they bleed
They can work me in that pit
Until they're digging up my bones
But not a soul on my watch
Will spend Thanksgiving alone

We'll make a feast upon the table
By the labor of our hand
Working side by side throughout the day
And losing sweat around the stove
Is but a meager price to pay
For you'll find nothing closer to perfection
All across this land

The chicken is to die for
Raised in our backyard
Fully stuffed and cut across the grain
And my wife will bake a batch of biscuits
That'll tear you off the reins
So tuck it in dear friend at either end
Sit firm and eat your fill

The days all blend together here
Forever on they drone
The boss'll work your fingers till they bleed
They can work me in that pit
Until they're digging up my bones
But not a soul on my watch
Will spend Thanksgiving alone