Thanksgiving Ballad The cold wind’s blowing ‘cross the old dirt road,Fields are quiet now, the harvest done.Mama’s in the kitchen with a heart of gold,And the smell of pumpkin pie says, “Son, come home.”I’ve been gone too long, chasing things I don’t need,But tonight I’m grateful just to breathe. So I bow my head this Thanksgiving night,For the ones I… Read more →