Mary Gauthier - Thanksgiving Lyrics






We stood in a long line waiting for the door to be unlocked
Out in the cold wind, 'round the razor wire fenced-in cellblock
Young mama's with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin
At Tallulah State Prison on Thanksgiving Day, we're waiting to get in

You gotta get here early, it don't matter how many miles you drove
They make you wait for hours, jailers always move slow
They run names, check numbers, gravel faced guards they don't smile
Grammy and me in line, silently waiting single file

Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families
Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
Sometimes love ain't easy, sometimes love ain't free

My grammy looks so old now, her hair is soft and white like the snow
Her hands tremble when they frisk her from her head to her toes
They make her take her winter coat off then they frisk her again
When they're done she wipes their touch off her dress, stands tall and heads in

Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families
Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
Even though it ain't easy, even though it ain't free
Sometimes love ain't easy, I guess love ain't free





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  1. C.... ....

    👍💖👍💖👍💖👍... 🙏

  2. R.... M....

    Perfect Lyrics, Perfect Melody , Perfect Arrangement , Perfect Voice!

  3. E.... C....

    text que commou, enorme melodia, magnífica veu, impressionant cantautora, gràcies Mary...

  4. S.... D....

    Love these lyrics and the song, by Mary Gauthier.

    We stood in a long line waiting for the door to be unlocked
    Out in the cold wind, 'round the razor wire fenced-in cellblock
    Young mama's with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin
    At Tallulah State Prison on Thanksgiving Day, we're waiting to get in

    You gotta get here early, it don't matter how many miles you drove
    They make you wait for hours, jailers always move slow
    They run names, check numbers, gravel faced guards they don't smile
    Grammy and me in line, silently waiting single file

    Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families
    Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
    Sometimes love ain't easy, sometimes love ain't free

    My grammy looks so old now, her hair is soft and white like the snow
    Her hands tremble when they frisk her from her head to her toes
    They make her take her winter coat off then they frisk her again
    When they're done she wipes their touch off her dress, stands tall and heads in

    Thanksgiving at the prison, surrounded by families
    Road weary pilgrims who show up faithfully
    Even though it ain't easy, even though it ain't free
    Sometimes love ain't easy, I guess love ain't free

  5. E.... F....

    Life, as seen though Mary's compassionate eyes. So full of reality and experience. Not a phony bone in her body. Thank you on this Thanksgiving for Mary's voice, God. We are blessed.

  6. M.... D....

    love it understand it

  7. M.... ....

    I so wish I could write like Mary. She's one of the very best.

    M.... ....

    I'm convinced the best songwriters have gone through a ton of shit to get to this point.

    M.... ....

    Hello Mrgagor. She is very responsive on her facebook page. She does live discussions and/or sings songs fairly regularly. https://www.facebook.com/marygauthiersongs

  8. s.... g....

    this song truly strikes a chord deep inside. thank you for your music :)

  9. M.... L....

    This song touched my heart in a place I haven't accessed in a long time, if ever. I am in the middle of similar circumstances, feeling the treatment of a number of guards (not all, fortunately) as I visit. 

  10. M.... F....

    Thank you, Mary!  Beautiful artistry.

  11. b.... s....

    So talented and tender a songwriter

  12. D.... L....

    Ms. Mary, This song introduced me to your music. I heard it the day my family was making their Thanksgiving pilgramage to visit my nephew in Baldwin State Prison Thank you! This song touches me deeply. Thank you! Dan Lovingood

  13. b.... s....

    "She wipes their touch off her dress"

  14. B.... P....

    Typing through wet eyes to lt you know I think this is absolutely incredible