Are you going on Thanksgiving Day   To those family celebrations?   Passing on knowledge down through the years   At the gathering of generations      Every year it's the same routine   All over, all over   Come on over, it's the Thanksgiving Day      Papa looks over at the small gathering   Remembering days gone by   Smiles at the children as he watches them play   And wishes his wife was still by his side      She would always cook dinner on Thanksgiving Day   It's all over, it's all over, it's all over the American way   But sometimes the children are so far away      And in a dark apartment on the wrong side of town   A lonely spinster prays   For a handsome lover and a passionate embrace   And kisses all over, all over, all over her American face   It's all over, it's all over, it's all over      'Cause today she feels so far away   From the friends in her hometown   So she runs for the Greyhound   She'll spend hours on the bus   But she'll reach town for Thanksgiving Day      Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day   Come on over, come on over   Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day      At a truck stop a man sits alone at the bar   Estranged in isolation   It's been a while now and he seems so far   From those distant celebrations      He thinks back to all the mistakes that he made   To a time when he was so young and green   Innocent days when they both looked forward to that   Great American dream      Now it's all over, it's all over, all over   And all over America people are going home   On Thanksgiving Day      Now Papa looks out of the window   The sight brings a smile to his face   He sees all his children coming back home   Together on this special day      Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day   Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day      Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day   Come on over, come on over   Come on over, it's Thanksgiving Day