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I fought for King and country I love dear
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were
standing in the rain (when nights are cold and lonely)
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
But you never even call me by name.
[musical by mouth
TRUE COUNTRY
Booked a trip down to Nashville, Tennessee
To find my southern roots and drink the Yankee out of me
Stopped in a honky tonk to spend my
fluffed his dove
When he wrote a tuxedo to the country club
He's in the jailhouse now
Now Bill had a gal named Sadie
And she said have you seen Billy
describe the feeling it's somewhere in between
A child on Christmas morning and a convict on death row
A rag man drawing circles and a blind man at a show
So
could shake it up, shake it loose
White Christmas all year through
If I could put us in a snow globe
Then we could let it go, bah, bah, bah, bah
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
on and the bills stayed paid
I felt so warm as we drove away
I had never seen Christmas spelled so clear
As when I saw ?LEON? flashin' in my rear view mirror
of the crime
That they've been treading on the Bill of Rights
Now when they's first begun, they wrote the Constitution
Ratified in 1788
And then in '91,
as the plural United States. As they expanded, it became clear that the country was far from united, and in 1860, they waged their nation’s bloodiest war to date
the banger on me
Gotta play it how it go
It's Christmas in Indiana, killa
White like snow being trapped out by the load
Gotta play it how it go
It's Christmas
friend
His name is Bill
Got screwed by a judge who sits on the hill
I said I can't pay he said oh yes you will
Put it in a country song
with the gang
Up in Cloud City with my rose colored frames in flames, now that's a visual
We used to spare our last damn bill and fall asleep in white
get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City
Hit Manila 'til it's Christmas out to India
Visit Puerto Rico
Is exquisite bring our people
everybody joined in
And right there we squared off with our closest of kin
It's a time for givin' said uncle bill
As he gave a black eye to his
to end
Granddad's in a food coma laying on the lounge
Uncle Bill's telling jokes we're laughing out loud
Cousin's reminiscing bout the years gone by
Aunt
fluffed his dove
When he wrote a tuxedo to the country club
He's in the jailhouse now
Now Bill had a gal named Sadie
And she said have you seen Billy
a brick, put your eggnog down
Your country's being run by
An orange fucking clown)
Well let me break it down for
How your stocking's getting stuffed
(White
of Bogota
Is a lovely little country known as Panama
Goodbye Macy's goodbye baby So long Christmas white
We'll see how that canal looks all decked out in
about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week up in One Mile Creek
With his head
of revelations
In an arbor by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where a sinner could lay down his heavy load
It was in those old brush
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
And everything's white
I sit by the window,
And remember another night
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Parking Lot Dayyy
Is so
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