Carry Me Home

This hotel is cheap

And the pillows stink

And there's not a single thing

To say it's Christmas Eve

Oh, Saint Nicholas

I know I ain't in your list

But if you're listenin'

I need a bus ticket

I came through Montreal

I lost a lot of dough

Could find no honest job

So, I did some other ones

Got into trouble and

I had to run or suffer

And then a long road

Into a long December

Over the water and

Over the border and

Over the open land

To this Ramada Inn

No overbookin' here

No sort of holy birth

No miracles occurrin'

No, not a creature stirrin'

Oh, Saint Stephen

Where is your feast when I

When I so sorely need it

When I haven't hardly eaten

But I'd give my food and drink

To see my home again

To see my mother's hand

Against her apron edge

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, Saint Christopher

Send me a Christian word

Send me a southern wind

Oh, send me up to my kin

Hear the boys singin'

Through their drunken grinnin'

Oh Jesus, Joseph, Mary

I hear their voices carry

Carry me home, home, home

Home, home, home

Can any saints hear me?

Is there any angel near me?

If you won't lift me up

Then would you send my love

Back to my home

Back to my only shelter

We're in the awful weather

I will be warm and welcome

Back to my home, home, home

Home, home, home

Home, home, home

Home, home, home