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What We Do
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
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[Intro: Bright electric guitar twang, fiddle flourish, upright bass groove] 
[Verse 1] 
Sunrise paints the steeple gold 
Boots on hardwood, stories old 
Hymns rise soft through cedar beams 
While frost still clings to window screens 
Mama smooths her Sunday dress 
Daddy tips his hat, no words, just yes 

[Chorus] 
It ain’t the turkey or the trimmings on the plate 
It’s the way we show up, early, never late 
Hands that pass the butter, voices low and true 
Thanksgiving’s not a feast—it’s what we do 

[Verse 2] 
Grandma stirs the sweet potato mash 
Laughs at Uncle Joe’s same old crash 
Into the screen door, every year 
Like time forgot to shift gears here 
Kids chase leaves across the yard 
While pies cool near the pantry guard [

Chorus] 
It ain’t the turkey or the trimmings on the plate I
t’s the way we show up, early, never late 
Hands that pass the butter, voices low and true 
Thanksgiving’s not a feast—it’s what we do 

[Inst: Fiddle solo over shuffle rhythm, twangy guitar fills] 
[Bridge] 
No grand speeches, no parade 
Just grace said in the shade 
Of oak trees older than our names 
And love that needs no fancy frames 

[Chorus] 
It ain’t the turkey or the trimmings on the plate 
It’s the way we show up, early, never late 
Hands that pass the butter, voices low and true 
Thanksgiving’s not a feast—it’s what we do! 

[Outro: Guitar and fiddle fade with gentle bass walk-down] 
What we do... 
Yeah, just what we do...



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