Thanksgiving Day by Ray Davies

Are you going on Thanksgiving Day

To those family celebrations

Passing on knowledge down through the years

At the gathering of generations

Every year it's the same routine

All over, all over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

Papa looks over at the small gathering

Remembering days gone by

Smiles at the children as he watches them play

And wishes his wife was still by his side

She would always cook dinner on Thanksgiving Day

It's all over, it's all over

It's all over the American way

But sometimes the children are so far away

And in a dark apartment on the wrong side of town

A lonely spinster prays

For a handsome lover and a passionate embrace

And kisses all over, all over

All over her American face

It's all over, it's all over, it's all over

'Cause today she feels so far away

From the friends in her hometown

So she runs for the Greyhound

She'll spend hours on the bus but she'll reach town

For Thanksgiving Day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

At a truck stop a man sits alone at the bar

Estranged in isolation

It's been a while now and he seems so far

From those distant celebrations

He thinks back to all the mistakes that he made

To a time when he was so young and green

Innocent days when they both looked forward to that

Great American dream

Now it's all over, it's all over, all over

And all over America people are going home

On Thanksgiving Day

Now Papa looks out of the window

The sight brings a smile to his face

He sees all his children coming back home

Together on this special day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

Come on over, come on over

Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day

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