From the recording Sad Thanksgiving In Cologne

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