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It's Christmas day and the snow is comin' down.
Church bells sway, they're ringin' to wake the town.
Preacher Kline recites his lines, the pews will be full today.
Mr. Howell cranks up his plow, his blades will clear the way.
It's Christmas day and the pecan pies are bakin',
Mothers say it's the givin' not the takin'.
My brothers brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street,
I watch him through the icicles with this wood box beneath my feet.
All I got was this little wood guitar,
What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars.
Like all the kings with all their gold, when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar.
It's Christmas day, funny how the years can shape us,
Much has changed I'm a musician, I'm a waitress.
Chicago is a winter wonderland...
My brothers and his wives passing around their dinner plates
And dissecting my life.
All I got is this little wood guitar and what it
Brought is neon lights in crowded bars.
Like all the kings with all their gold, when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar.
I never stopped believin', I just kept on singin'.
Now people come to hear from miles around,
And I don't mind confessing that I still count my blessings.
I just never thought I'd settle down.
It's Christmas day and the little ones are wakin'.
I hear them play,
I can hear the presents shakin'.
My boy's outside on his new bike, jangling in the street.
My little girl she's watchin' him with that wood box beneath her feet.
All she got was this little wood guitar...
What I thought is it might take her pretty far.
Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar,
Little wood guitar...
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