Lyrics: James McMurtry. Holiday.

The in-laws are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone keeps ringing ?don?t answer it hon?
The whole thing?s arranged just to aggravate Dad
And it?s amateur day on the old super slab
The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe
All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe
Well you can?t hardly blame ?em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch
This one?s got flowers, this one?s got a wreath
This one?s got a name painted down underneath
Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast
Here?s five in a circle left from the last holiday
Holiday

There?s a three-trailer rig just a throwin? up spray
Not legal to run on this kind of a day
But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too
Stay offa my bumpers or the same goes for you
There?ll be none for him
He that wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast
No turkey no gravy no Zinfandel wine
You just stay over right and we?ll get along fine
He?s missing the football, missing the fun
He?d play with the grandkids but he?s off on a run
And some hat?s on the radio singing his song
But it don?t make a damn
He?s in for a long holiday
Holiday

Now granny she?s yelling
She?s ready to eat
She?s havin? conniptions
?Cause they won?t take their seats
But she?s got ?em all gathered now under one roof
With her camcorder loaded
She?s gonna get proof
But do you have to wear that
Well I just don?t see why
Please pass the potatoesAw eat shit and die
Did you hear about Ellen, she?s leaving, you know
How ?bout those Packers, think it?ll snow?
And the minute it?s over they?ll scatter like quail

Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale
Silent and shattered And numb to the core
They count themselves lucky
They got through one more holiday
Holiday

The highway patrolman
He stands in the rain
He just lets it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his pant leg
From working that wreck
And he won?t forget it
In time for the next holiday

Departing Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert camo all baggy and loose
Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate
The place sure looked different, in 1968

When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane
To visit some kin, he?s forgotten their names
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army greens
With the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth
But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could move
Now he?s got that same look, like his insides are black
He?s in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he can?t even smoke while he waits for his plane
The uniform?s different, but the mission remains
To do like they tell you, don?t make a fuss
Why?s not an issue, so don?t think too much
You just do what you have to, shut up and drive
If you come apart later, well at least you?re alive
You can get you some help, you can deal with it then
And life will be better, ?til it happens again

?Cause there?s something inside us that won?t let us beIn stalks through our days ?til it?s too dark to see
And it?s damn near as deadly as Texans on ice
Lord don?t they beat all
Y?all have a nice holiday