Lyrics

I got the call, he said pick me up at 11 They're letting me go on Christmas Eve this year I'll be standing on the road, havin' me a smoke Bring more cigarettes and ice cold beer Well, I flew out down that road in my old truck Barely missed old Red when I peeled out I guess Santa heard my plea Cause daddy's been set free Hey, family is what Christmas is all about Guess daddy's on parole this Christmas I wander what his new tattoo will be We'll shoot pool in Maggie's bar He'll show me how to hotwire cars Hey daddy's on parole this Christmas I saw him standing just outside that prison With a duffelbag and wearin' his orange suit They retired his number now He wears it loud and proud He's inmate 1473152 Yeah, daddy's on parole this Christmas I wander what his new tattoo will be And we'll go steal some nice TV's Robbin' Automatic Teller Machines Hey daddy's on parole this Christmas Daddy's on parole this Christmas
Writer(s): Bill Whyte, Steve Ivey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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