Drive-By Truckers - The Thanksgiving Filter lyrics

Grandmother's wheelchair is sitting in the corner We all sure love her, but the little ones avoid her Cause she's gray-haired and wrinkled and her burden looks heavy Ninety years of survival can look awful scary Papa's building something and has since history But what he's building is still a mystery It's big and it's twisting and shaped convoluted It don't have a function but you better salute it And it will never be finished but I guess that's the point It just gives him a filter and psychological ointment He woke up real early but he's late for his appointment And I sure wish that I had smoked me a joint It's Thanksgiving and Jesus, I'm thankful For abundance and bounty and a big tall stiff drink-full And the love of your mother and the love of mine too Thanksgiving's almost over and Christmas is soon Mama is trying to live in the present Don't let him have a heart attack before I pay off the presents Granddaddy's gone but she still feels his presence He tried to call but he didn't leave a message It's Thanksgiving and Jesus I'm thankful… So put the food on the table and Papa says a blessing They're cutting up some turkey and gobbling some dressing My Aunt's praising Palin and my niece loves Obama My uncle came to dinner wearing his pajamas Thank God for the filter that enables some distance From the screaming and crying and the needs of a**istance You wonder why I drink and curse the holidays Blessed be my family from 300 miles away It's Thanksgiving and Jesus I'm thankful…