Full steam ahead come what may You get the world that you make they say Chop up the wood and bale hay Now that it's almost Thanksgiving Day The kids come and go with their things We sit and polish our wedding rings The forecast snow on the way Just in time for Thanksgiving Day Out on the street some fool crashed Drinking port wine and sour mash That's one man who can say No thanks Thanksgiving Day I'm bone weary, I'm bone tired The wood stove's last spark just expired Dawn's about one hour away And it's almost Thanksgiving Day