OCR Text |
Show Great4metidaib cDircb When the turkey gobbler's gobblio' And a-struttin' 'crost the lot; And the turkey hen are chatterin As they do the turkey trot; When the gray clouds of Novemb sr Shut the sun out of the sky, Then we can't help but remember That Thansgivin' time is nigh. Fodder haulin' s all finished And corn pickin's almost done, And we rush to get our work done 'Fore the settin' of the sun; When we're settled down for winter With the wood pile loomin high, And we hug the kitchen fire, We sure know Thanksgivins nigh. Then a feller gets to thinkin' How his season's work was done Of the hay and grain he gathered Underneath a summer's sun; And he sires up his treasures Names his blessings, one by one' Crons in cornf-r bs, bins and cellars-Fine cellars-Fine a family as anyone. Then tie 'most frets the hardships And the hrd knocks he's passed through. , An, in s"t- of coTpin' winter, He is g!a-l. instead of blue; An'' t doesn't irem o matter if He's a dollar or a dme, He iust can' a-feelin' thankful At good old Thanksrivin time. Droti Fa-mr. T"' " V"" 1 n3 |