Basted in Blood

Tom: Em

Em           C
We gather together
    Am     
For yams, beans and cranberry sauce
Em                       C
But have you given much thought lately
Am
To the turkey holocaust
Em
Twenty million turkeys
C
Slaughtered every fall
Em              
Ain't no difference 'tween Hitler, Stalin,
B7                           Am   Em
And the folks at Butterball, Butterball
Em                     C
So set your tables, America
Am
From Birmingham to Branson
Em                       C
But when you carve that turkey
Am
You're a finger-licking Charlie Manson
Em
Enjoy your pumpkin pie,
     C
Your buttery Idaho spuds
Em
Grandma's chestnut stuffing
      B7
And a turkey basted in blood
Am      Em
Basted in blood