(Verse 1 – smooth groove, bass walking)
Thanksgiving morning, frost in the air,
Orange cones down — field right there.
Coffee inside, folding chairs out,
Turkey in ovens, laughter and shout.
Jeff Will calling, steady and strong,
Big B hitting, Kevin “Tank” moving along.
Howard wide, Gordon and Clyde,
Sharon wanted in — stayed on the sideline.
Richard at guard, holding the line.
Wreithmeier brothers sealing the edge,
Ricky, John, Rey — no words need said.
RJ Jones when he hit that gear,
Terry came back, same fire each year.
Johnny “NightMeyer” closing it tight,
Keith Wallace steady in morning light.
Some from the start, some came late,
Didn’t matter — once you played, you stayed.
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🎵 (HOOK – Lifted Harmony / Horn Swell)
🎶
Ohhh — Thanksgiving morning…
Rain or shine we gather strong
Ohhh — Thanksgiving morning…
Brothers know where they belong
Hold that line — year after year
Through the laughter, through the tears
Hand in hand — we stand tall
Thanksgiving morning… we give it all
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(Horns accent “Hold that line!”)
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(Verse 2 – groove continues)
Some wore numbers in Saturday sun,
Morning crowds when games were won.
No Friday lights in our younger days,
Just daylight grit in quiet ways.
They brought that fire back to the street,
Poured it in cones and concrete.
Quick nod circle before we start,
Then shoulder to shoulder — heart to heart.
Different homes, different names,
One dead-end bond that still remains.
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(Bridge – Softer / Emotional Rise)
One year the laughter felt too still…
Ed Valdez — we feel you still.
That hand-made bell built with care,
Rings every score like you’re still there.
(Horns soften, vocal harmonies swell)
When it echoes through pouring rain,
It doesn’t say loss — it says your name.
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(Final Lift – Bigger Hook)
🎶
Ohhh — Thanksgiving morning…
From bikes to kids of our own
Ohhh — Thanksgiving morning…
We never walk that road alone
Fifty-plus years — still that call
Rain or shine — we stand tall
Hand in hand — we give it all
Thanksgiving morning… we give it all
