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Mommy, popped the popcorn
And we string it on the tree
Apples nuts and candy
Oh, what a Christmas feel.
Daddy played the organ
And we'll all sing Silent Night
We'll have a good old
Country Christmas alright.
A good old country Christmas
That's what it's gonna be
With all the family gathered round
Our pretty Christmas tree.
We'll open up our presents
Christmas Eve about midnight
We'll have a good old
Country Christmas alright.
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Aunt Annie Belle will be here
Uncle Bill and darn our kids
We'll make ballets on the floor
Just like we always did.
Gradnama bake the pies and cakes
Oh, what a pretty sight
We'll have a good old
Country Christmas alright.
A good old country Christmas
That's what it's gonna be
With all the family gathered round
Our pretty Christmas tree.
We'll open up our presents
Christmas Eve about midnight
We'll have a good old
Country Christmas alright.
A good old country Christmas
That's what it's gonna be
With all the family gathered round
Our pretty Christmas tree.
We'll open up our presents
Christmas Eve about midnight
We'll have a good old
Country Christmas alright...
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Away in a manger no crib for a bed
the little Lord Jesus, lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
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The cattle are lowing the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes
I love our Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is neigh.
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Away in a manger no crib for a bed
the little Lord Jesus, lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay...
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Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm a tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
He's a makin' a list
He's a checkin' in twice
Gonna find out
Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake.
Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm a tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
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Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm a tellin' you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
He's a makin' a list
He's a checkin' in twice
Gonna find out
Who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
Santa Claus is a comin' to town...
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Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring a ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling
Of Christmas.
Children laughing, people passing
Meeting smile after smile
And on every street corner
You hear.
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring a ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
(Silver bells) silver bells
(silver bells) silver bells
Soon it will be Christmas Day...
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I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't mean a thing dear, if you're not here with me.
I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain
And when those blue heartaches start hurtin'
You'll be doing all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas tonight.
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And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That's when those blue heartaches start calling
You'll be doing all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas tonight...
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Everybody's busy decorating Christmas trees
And outside icicles hanging from the eaves
And the snowlakes are flyin' just as far as I can see
But it won't seem like Christmas to me.
No, it won't seem like Christmas
You'll be there and I'll be here
So I'll decorate a heartache with my tears
So have a merry, merry Christmas wherever you may be
Oh, but it won't seem like Christmas to me.
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No, it won't seem like Christmas
What's Christmas without you
I'll be lonely but my darling, I'll be true
So have a merry, merry Christmas wherever you may be
Oh, but it won't seem like Christmas to me.
No, it won't seem like Christmas to me...
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(To heck with ole Santa Claus)
Last year I hung a stockin' by the chimney
And ole Santa didn't bring me anything
Well, I wrote a note and I told him what to bring me
But I didn't even hear his sleigh bells ring.
So to heck with ole Santa Clause
When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls
I like to hear him any (ho ho ho)
With a bunch of big snowballs.
To heck with ole Santa Claus.
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Last year I built a big fire by the fireplace
I'll be like a little bit I read about
If that big bad wolf in red comes down my chimney
He's a gonna scorch his whiskers there's no doubt.
So to heck with ole Santa Clause
When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls
I like to hear him any (ho ho ho)
With a bunch of big snowballs.
Yeah, to heck with ole Santa Claus...
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.
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May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white...
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(Jack Rollins - Steve Nelson)
Frosty the snowman
Was a jolly, happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the snowman
Is a fairy tale they say
He was made of snow but the children know
How he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in
That old silk scarf they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around.
Frosty the snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say he could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me.
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Frosty the snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run and we'll have some fun
Before I melt away.
Down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying catch me if you can.
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment
When he heard him holler stop.
Frosty the snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye sayin' don't you cry
I'll be back again some day...
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Christmas Day is getting closer
But there's sadness mixed with joy
Every day a few more questions
From our little girl and boy.
Not alone, but they'll be lonely
For their daddy won't be here
And just like the air at Christmas
They'll be a chill upon the air.
Christmas without daddy
Will be such a lonesome day
We'll send a prayer and all our love
To you so far away.
Your son just wrote to Santa
Asked him to send you home
Yes, Christmas without daddy
We'll be blue and all alone.
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Christmas without daddy
I don't know what we're gonna do
On the present from your baby
She wrote daddy I love you.
Your son just wrote to Santa
Asked him to send you home
Yes, Christmas without daddy
We'll be blue and all alone...
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Well, I wrote to Santa just today
I told him I don't plan to stay
'Cause you've been bad yes you've been treatin' me wrong
So listen to me, here's Christmas cheers
Because you won't be with me here
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year.
You can stay out there to toast and cheer
With all of your friends
Don't hang on me a bein' here
When you come back again
Your bags are burnt out and your fancy don't shine
I just won't be a waitin' this time
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year.
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Well, I won't be here this Christmas Day
I wouldn't give a present anyway
But have a good time and be concerned about me
I'm going back to my mom and dad
They love me more than you ever had
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year.
You can stay out there to toast and cheer
With all of your friends
Don't hang on me a bein' here
When you come back again
Your bags are burnt out and your fancy don't shine
I just won't be a waitin' this time
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year.
No, I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year...
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I hope you had a very, very merry
And that your seasons wishes came true
But mine will be quite the contrary
For I recieved a gift of the blues.
I travel miles and miles to see my baby
All this way just to share his charms
Travel miles and miles to find my baby
Wrapped up so neatly in someone else's arms.
I hope you had a cool and a frantic
We laughed as resolutions were few
But there are those of us near panic
We're the ones who got a gift of the blues.
I travel miles and miles to find my baby
All this way just to share his charms
Travel miles and miles to find my baby
Wrapped up so neatly in someone else's arms.
I hope you had a very very merry
And that your seasons wishes came true
But mine will be quite the contrary
For I recieved a gift of the blues...
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