Its Christmas day,
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and the snow is coming down
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Church bells sway,
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They're ringin' awake the town
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Preacher Klein recites his lines
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The pews will be full today
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Mr. Howe cranks up his plow
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His blades will clear the way
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Its Christmas day,
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and the pecan pies are baking
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Mothers say, "It's the giving not the taking"
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My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street
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I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet
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All I got is this little wood guitar
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What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars
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Like all the kings with all their gold
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While chasing down your star I'm told
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Every highway takes me where you are
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With this little wood guitar
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Its Christmas day,
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funny how the years have shaped us
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So much has changed
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I'm a musician, I'm a waitress
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Chicago's a winter wonderland
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My brother and his wife
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Passing around their dinner plates
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Disecting my life
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All I got is this little wood guitar
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What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars
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Like all the kings with all their gold
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While chasing down your star I'm told
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Every highway takes me where you are
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With this little wood guitar
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I never stopped believing
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I just kept on singin'
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Now people come to see me from miles around
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And I don't mind confessing
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That I still count my blessings
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I just never thought I'd settle down
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Its Christmas day,
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and the little ones are waking
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I hear them play
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I can hear the presents shaking
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My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street
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My little girl she's watching him with a wood box beneath her feet
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All she got was this little wood guitar
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What I thought is it might take her pretty far
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Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star I'm told
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Every highway takes me where you are
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With this little wood guitar
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Little Wood Guitar
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Sugarland |