Sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
© 2020 Pemberton Roach
The steps of the cathedral can be comfy for a nap
'Til a cop kicks you square between the ribs
The brauhaus doesn't open 'til eleven on the dot
And my bottle of obstler has gone missing
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
The last thing I remember were some gypsies on the train
Singing "Take Me Home Country Roads"
Everything was great until that part about the moonshine
Then I started really feeling old
Somehow by the time I got to Leverkusen Chempark
I'd lost my favorite "gobble gobble" shirt
I used to be a pilgrim on a mission for the flag
Now I'm an Amerikaner jerk
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
Now I'm more confused than a Bundesliga tie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
No there's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
Sad Thanksgiving in Cologne Video (MV)
Pemberton Roach - Sad Thanksgiving in Cologne Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
© 2020 Pemberton Roach
The steps of the cathedral can be comfy for a nap
'Til a cop kicks you square between the ribs
The brauhaus doesn't open 'til eleven on the dot
And my bottle of obstler has gone missing
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
The last thing I remember were some gypsies on the train
Singing "Take Me Home Country Roads"
Everything was great until that part about the moonshine
Then I started really feeling old
Somehow by the time I got to Leverkusen Chempark
I'd lost my favorite "gobble gobble" shirt
I used to be a pilgrim on a mission for the flag
Now I'm an Amerikaner jerk
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
Now I'm more confused than a Bundesliga tie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
No there's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
© 2020 Pemberton Roach
The steps of the cathedral can be comfy for a nap
'Til a cop kicks you square between the ribs
The brauhaus doesn't open 'til eleven on the dot
And my bottle of obstler has gone missing
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
The last thing I remember were some gypsies on the train
Singing "Take Me Home Country Roads"
Everything was great until that part about the moonshine
Then I started really feeling old
Somehow by the time I got to Leverkusen Chempark
I'd lost my favorite "gobble gobble" shirt
I used to be a pilgrim on a mission for the flag
Now I'm an Amerikaner jerk
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
Now I'm more confused than a Bundesliga tie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
This God-forsaken burg has never heard of a turkey
Or a can of cranberry sauce
Here it's just a Thursday in November
And I'm just American and lost
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to buy
All I ever wanted was a sweet potato pie
I left my heart in Plymouth and my wallet back in Rome
There's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
No there's nothing quite as bad as a sad Thanksgiving in Cologne
Writer: Pemberton Roach
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave