Written, performed, produced, and recorded by Pemberton Roach with Nigel Rawles (drums) and Genie Morrow (accordion).

Lyrics

The steps of the cathedral can be comfy for a nap
Till 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 some 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 that 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 some 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