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QUIT YO' GOBBLIN'!
Better quit yo' gobblin', turk'y!
People's got it in for you,
Don't you know its nigh Thanksgivin'?
Better hide I tell yo'—sh-o-o!
Needn't go away a struttin',
I aint bothered: No not me!
I got somethin' for Thanksgivin,'
Ketched him in a 'Simmon tree.
People's got it in for you,
Don't you know its nigh Thanksgivin'?
Better hide I tell yo'—sh-o-o!
Needn't go away a struttin',
I aint bothered: No not me!
I got somethin' for Thanksgivin,'
Ketched him in a 'Simmon tree.
Tuther night I'as tired an' sleepy,
'Roun the cook stove tried to nap;
Took my pipe an' tried to smoke it,
Soon it drapped into my lap.
Then I heard Lucindy callin',
“Sam! Oh, Sam she said to me;
Don't you hear ol' Trail a bawkin'?
He got somethin' up a tree!”
'Roun the cook stove tried to nap;
Took my pipe an' tried to smoke it,
Soon it drapped into my lap.
Then I heard Lucindy callin',
“Sam! Oh, Sam she said to me;
Don't you hear ol' Trail a bawkin'?
He got somethin' up a tree!”
I jumped up, ran to the thicket,
By a tree ol' Trailer sat;
Up among the ripe persimmons,
Was a 'possum big an' fat.
Turk'y meat can't cope with 'possum,
Wan' to know the reason why?
'Possum meat is sweet an juicy,
Turk'y meat is tough an' dry.
By a tree ol' Trailer sat;
Up among the ripe persimmons,
Was a 'possum big an' fat.
Turk'y meat can't cope with 'possum,
Wan' to know the reason why?
'Possum meat is sweet an juicy,
Turk'y meat is tough an' dry.
So you see ol' mister turk'y,
I aint bothered an' that's true;
Better hide among the bushes,
Better git I tell yo'—sh-o-o!
I aint bothered an' that's true;
Better hide among the bushes,
Better git I tell yo'—sh-o-o!
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