Right around this time of year a song invariably comes to mind from my wilder,
freer days, when I thought good men had become extinct. This was my anthem.
I’ve had one lover in all my
life, he left me high and dry
But after I cried all my tears, I
learned how to get by
Well there’s been old friends to
ease my pain,
Jack Daniels to name a few, But
I’ll be damned if I’ll
Go home with a Wild Turkey like you
Well I been out with Johnny Red,
George Bickle has warmed my soul
And I’ve taken Southern Comfort to
my sweet Kentucky
On a cold night Old Grand Dad has
helped me make it through,
Well, I’ll be damned if I’ll go
home with a Wild Turkey like you
But I have seen some losers, who
could make a statue cry
But Boy, if you had feathers I’d
swear that you could fly
Yes, I came in here alone, and yes
I’ve had a few
But I’ll be damned if I go home
with a Wild Turkey like you!
Music Interlude
Don’t get the impression that I
care ‘bout what you do
But when it gets close to
Thanksgivin’ I’d hide if I were you
Yes, I came in here alone, and yes,
I’ve had a few, but I’ll be damned
If I go home with a Wild Turkey
like you…
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