Thanksgiving Turkey Blues Lyrics

Verse 1:
I woke up this mornin'
thinkin' that I'd be just fine.
I got out of bed,
then I strutted down the line.
Lord have mercy,
the farmer's blade was all ashine.

Verse 2:
Oh, I'll wake up in the mornin',
raisin stuffin' on my mind.
They'll be heatin' up the oven,
and now I think I'm in a bind.
'Cause I see I'm on the menu,
some way out of here I've got to find.

Chorus:
My momma she got it.
My daddy got it too.
Yah, now I'm next in line,
and I'm singin' the Turkey Blues

Verse 3:
I hate Martha Stewart and Rachel Ray's cookin' too,
Yes, I run from Gordon Ramsey,
do I hafta run from you?
Cause I am beggin' come and help me help me help me,
I've got those turkey blues.

Slow Reprise: (slower swing)
I'm down here on my knees.
I'm checkin' other recipes.
This year for Thanksgiving PLEASE,
won't you eat Chinese! (less info)