It's Christmas day And the snow is comin' down Church bells sway They're ringin' to wake the town...
It's Christmas day And the snow is comin' down Church bells sway They're ringin' to wake the town Preacher Kline recites his lines The pews will be full today Mr. Howell cranks up his plow His blades'll clear the way It's Christmas day And the pecan pies are bakin' Mothers say, "It's the givin' not the takin'" My brother's brand new bicycle Is out janglin' in the street I watch him through the icicles With this wood box beneath my feet [Chorus] All I got is this little wood guitar What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Like all the Kings with all their gold Went chasin' down your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where you are With this little wood guitar It's Christmas day Funny how the years can shape us Much has changed I'm a musician, I'm a waitress Chicago's a winter wonderland And my brother's and his wife's Are passin' 'round their dinner plates And dissecting my life [Chorus] I never stopped believin' I just kept on singin' Now people come to hear from miles around And I don't mind confessin' But I still count my blessin's I just never thought I'd settle down It's Christmas day And the little ones are wakin' I hear them play I can hear the presents shakin' A boy's outside on his new bike Janglin' in the street A little girl, she's watchin' him That wood box beneath her feet All she got is this little wood guitar What I thought is it might take her pretty far Like all the Kings with all their gold Went chasin' down your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where you are With this little wood guitar Little wood guitar
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