Thanksgiving 1985 - Darrell Scott

My stepdad’s name is Rodney

I guess he’s been okay to me

He says things when he’s drinking

Mostly I just let it pass

But sometimes I wish you were here

You’d take him out and kick his ass

Yeah you’d take him out and kick his ass

They say the war was winding down

When you took that AK-47 'round

Jackson from your company

Calls me now and then

He says he kept a picture of me in your tent

Showed it off to everybody who came in

He’s gonna come down and visit sometime from Bethlehem

You’d’ve carved the turkey

We’d’ve pulled the wishbone you and me

Instead of him and that stupid grin

«Honey don’t cook let’s go out again

Get in the car boy lets take a ride

Instant mashed potatoes Kentucky Fried»

A lot of things would have been different here

Thanksgiving 1985

And that old fender you left behind

Mom says you loved it and now its mine

I’ve been taking lessons

It feels good and I can play

And just like you I dig Hendrix too

And this other dude named Stevie Ray

Man I wish you could hear him play

You’d’ve carved the turkey

We’d’ve pulled the wishbone you and me

Instead of him and that stupid grin

«Honey don’t cook let’s go out again

Get in the car boy lets take a ride

Instant mashed potatoes Kentucky Fried»

A lot of things would have been different here

Thanksgiving 1985

My sister’s five and I’m sixteen

Feels a little bit in between

My girlfriend goes to a different school

Her name is Jan and she’s sixteen too

And I’ve got an old car I’ve been working on

It’s a rusted out Dodge from '72

It’s kinda funny how that’d be new to you

Dad I feel myself drifting off

The day was hard and this pillow’s soft

I know you’re listening

And you hear every word I say

I don’t mean to bum you out

It’s just that today was a real bad day

But listen tomorrow, you can hear me play

I have a friend named Ben Bullington.

He passed away almost about a year ago.

He was a medical doctor, but he wrote songs.

He actually put out five records,

and really never toured 'em or anything like that, like you’re supposed to do

if you want people to know about them, I suppose or something.

He kept his

doctoring job, and he loved writing songs as much as anyone I’ve ever known,

and in a way him not going out and playing and making records and trying to

get on charts and stuff like that in that kind of capacity, I thought,

brought a kind of purity to what he was doing that escapes some folks.

Pretty good song about modern country music