Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rodney Crowell
Vocals
Brennen Leigh
Vocals
Dennis Crouch
Bass
Jerry Roe
Drums
John Jorgenson
Electric Guitar
Micah Hulscher
Piano
Tommy White
Pedal Steel Guitar
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Francis
Engineer
Zaq Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
That artificial Christmas tree my baby left behind
I told her when she brought it home it suited me just fine
I can't believe one little lie still haunts me to this day
But what else can I say?
She's the one that got away
The evergreen seems pointless for a tired old fool like me
The fake one more resembles now the man I've come to be
And anyway the slowly turning colors of the wheel
Reminds me how I feel
This really can't be real
Red, yellow, green
Green, yellow, red
Merry Christmas from an empty bed
Outside my window all the streets are covered up with snow
Somehow I thought believing in our love would make it grow
And God knows faith can cover up a multitude of sins
But you wouldn't let me in
I trim the tree again
In red, yellow, green
Green, yellow, red
Merry Christmas from an empty bed
So she learned to read my lies like tea leaves in a cup
And here it is, that time of year to put that thing back up
I guess I've grown accustomed to the artificial glow
And now she'll never know
How much I loved her so
Red, yellow, green
Green, yellow, red
Merry Christmas from an empty bed
Written by: Brennen Leigh, Rodney Crowell


