Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Lord every year we gather here to eat around this table
Give us the strength to stomach as much as fast as we are able
Bless this food to our use, though communication's useless
Don't let me drink too much wine, Lord you know how I get ruthless
Let us somehow get through this meal without that bad old feeling
With history and memory and home cooking we're dealing
Remind us that we are all grown up, adults, no longer children
Now it's our kids that spill the milk and our turn to want to kill them
I look around and recognize a sister and a brother
We rarely see our parents now - we hardly see each other
On this auspicious occasion, this special family dinner
If I argue with a loved one, Lord please make me the winner
All this food looks and smells so good but I can hardly taste it
The sense of something has been lost, there's no way to replace it
After the meal, switch on the game, there's just a few more seconds
But I'm so tired, I need a nap - the guest bedroom bed beckons
I fall asleep, I have a dream, in it is the family
Nothing bad has happened yet and everyone is happy
Mother and Father, both still young and naturally they love us
We're all lying on a lawn at night watching the stars above us
Lord every year we gather here to eat around this table
Give us the strength to stomach as much as fast as we are able
Thanksgiving (Live) was written by Loudon Wainwright III.