The Thanksgiving Song

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

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

_{Writer(s): Ben Rector}