The Thanksgiving Song - Ben Rector

Familiar highways

Lined with leaves turned brown

Making my way

Back into my hometown

Funny how this all looks different

But it feels the same

Like how life never stops changing

But some things never change

So, fill your plate and fill your drink

And fill this house with family

The kind of love that all these years can’t wash away

'Cause the older that I get I see

That life is short and bittersweet

Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day

Mm, yeah

Watching football, watching families grow

The old kid’s table all have kids of their own

Starting to see my grandfather in my nephew’s eyes

Mom still can’t talk about him and not almost cry

So, fill your plate and fill your drink

And fill this house with family

The kind of love a thousand miles can’t wash away

'Cause the older that I get I see

That life is short and bittersweet

Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day

So fill your plate and fill your drink

Put your dishes in the kitchen sink

And let the leftover year just wash away

'Cause we made it through, I do believe

The longest year in history

Thank God that it’s Thanksgiving Day

Mm, yeah