Ben Rector - The Thanksgiving Song

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Familiar highways
Lined with leaves turned brown
Making my way
Back into my hometown
Funny how this all looks different
But it feels the same
Like how life never stops changing
But some things never change
So, fill your plate and fill your drink
And fill this house with family
The kind of love that all these years can’t wash away
'Cause the older that I get I see
That life is short and bittersweet
Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day
Mm, yeah
Watching football, watching families grow
The old kid’s table all have kids of their own
Starting to see my grandfather in my nephew’s eyes
Mom still can’t talk about him and not almost cry
So, fill your plate and fill your drink
And fill this house with family
The kind of love a thousand miles can’t wash away
'Cause the older that I get I see
That life is short and bittersweet
Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day
So fill your plate and fill your drink
Put your dishes in the kitchen sink
And let the leftover year just wash away
'Cause we made it through, I do believe
The longest year in history
Thank God that it’s Thanksgiving Day
Mm, yeah