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(hummmm) Yeah,
this is the story of Cameron...
Just a bird in November...
Cameron wakes up in the middle of the yard Looking at the
calendar, living is hard Farmer's got a grin and the axe is
on the wood November wind blowing,
it don't feel good Feathers in a bunch,
pacing on the dirt
One wrong step and he's gonna get hurt
Run Cameron run, Thanksgiving day is coming!
Hear the heavy bass and the shotgun drumming!
They want you on a platter with the gravy and the roast
But Cameron's running fast from the Appalachian coast!
(gobble-gobble, yeah!)
He made a break for it through the wire gate Left behind
his cousins to their heavy fate Hiding in the thicket,
dodging every hound Keeping his big feathers close to the ground No
stuffing or cranberry sauce for his name Cameron's a survivor,
he ain't playing no game
Run Cameron run, Thanksgiving day is coming!
Hear the heavy bass and the shotgun drumming!
They want you on a platter with the gravy and the roast
But Cameron's running fast from the Appalachian coast!
The sun goes down on Thursday night
The kitchen windows are glowing bright But out in the pine trees...
Cameron's alright.
He made it through...
See you next year,
farmer... (gobble-gobble)