The Thanksgiving Song Ben Rector

[Verse 1]
Familiar highways
Lined with leaves turned brown
Making my way
Back into my hometown

[Pre-Chorus]
Funny how this all looks different
But it feels the same
Like how life never stops changing
But some things never change

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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