Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wood Brothers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Browne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doug Williams
Producer
Lyrics
All the streets are filled
With laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchant windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurry into their homes
While the sky darkens and freezes
We'll be gathering round the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for all God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by the prince of peace
They call him by the savior
They pray to him upon the sea
And in every bold endeavor
And they fill his churches with pride and gold
As their faith in him increases
And they turn the nature that I worship in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the name of the rebel Jesus
Well we guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should see this
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business or while they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
Now pardon me if I have seemed
To take a tone of judgment
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
There's a need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus
Written by: Jackson Browne

