Holiday James McMurtry

The in-laws are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone keeps ringing "Just don't answer it, hon"
The whole thing's arranged just to aggravate Dad
And it's amateur day on the old super slab
The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe
All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe
Well, you can't hardly blame 'em, it must be a bitch
Counting the crosses off down in the ditch
This one's got flowers, this one's got a wreath
This one's got a name painted down underneath
Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast
Here's five in a circle left from the last holiday
Holiday

There's a three-trailer rig just throwin' up spray
Not legal to run on this kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too
Stay offa my bumpers or the same goes for you
'Cause there'll be none for him
He that wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast
No turkey, no gravy, no Zinfandel wine
You just stay over right and we'll get along fine
And he's missing the football, missing the fun
He won't see his grandkids but he's off ona run
And some hat's on the radio singing his song
But it don't make a damn
He's in for a long holiday
Holiday