The First Thanksgiving

I’d heard all about them since when i was a lad
though I’d never seen one, I’d heard that they were mad
the way they come across the ocean, carrying everything they had
where are all there people coming from?

I’m as generous as the next guy, but their welcome’s become worn
they’re pathetic and they’re helpless as the day that they were born
I mean they’re agrarian, and you’re telling me that couldn’t understand corn?
where are all these people coming from?

all they did was starve and shiver, so we told them to scat
the message being, “you’ve reached the limits of your habitat”
then we kicked their butts at jamestown, and we thought that was that
now where are all these people coming from?

then they all invited us to come and have some food
to illustrate the depth of their undying gratitude
we thought, great, a good bye party--maybe they’ll be gone for good
now where are all these people coming from?

after we brought all the food, we thought we’d rest a spell
after bringing all the meat and fruit and seafood on the shell
but ever since that party I have not been feeling well...
where are all these people coming from?

CH:
Where are all these people coming from
where are all these people coming from
all these people coming here, there’s more people every year
where are all these people coming from

© 2008 David Stoddard