Michael Fitzsimons

Michael Fitzsimons

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Country - Contemporary | Brighton, United Kingdom
Total Song Plays: 333   
Member Since: 2001
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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Plays:

11

Song Description

A guy knows he has to get home for Christmas, his family are waiting for him, so he set's off, it's Christmas Eve. Things go wrong when he hits a snow storm and his car ends up stuck in a snow drift. That's when a freindly truck driver pulls up...and something magical happens

Story Behind the Song

Many of us have lost the point of Christmas, this song reminds us of some of the things it means.

Lyrics

It was Christmas Eve, snowing hard, with a 100 miles to go
Keep off the roads, stay inside, said the DJ, on the radio
The snow kept on, while the wipers done, the best job that they could
Raising the heat in his 4X4, he told himself I'm good

He'd say it made no sense to believe in, fairy tales
But he'll put that red costume on tonight, without fail
He knows he must get home , before the morning comes
Never looking back, just making tracks
Making tracks in the snow

He saw the drift across the bend, too late to stop the slide
911 said stay put, no way we can reach you now
Blinding lights of a pickup truck, his arms raised high and wide
The old man said, son climb aboard, Its looking bad outside


Christmas lights lit up the house, wood smoke in the air
Said 'don't know what I'd've done, without your help back there'
The old man smiled, said 'son they're waiting inside'
But he stood and stared into the night, as he waved that truck goodbye

He'd say it made no sense to believe in, fairy tales
But he'll put that red costume on tonight, without fail
He knows he must get home , before the morning comes
Never looking back, just making tracks
Making tracks in the snow

As the taillights faded in the dark, he looked down at the road
There's was something wrong, as he tried to fight the cold
Where that truck came from and where it had gone, there should be more to show
There was no sign of anything, There were no tracks, in the snow

He'd say it made no sense to believe in, fairy tales
But he'll put that red costume on tonight, without fail
He knows he must get home , before the morning comes
Never looking back, just making tracks
Making tracks in the snow

Song Length
5:52
Genres
Country - General, Country - Contemporary
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Passive, Congenial

Subject Matter
Miracles, Holidays

Similar Artists
Josh Turner, Clint Black
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Michael Fitzsimons
Music Credits Michael Fitzsimons
Producer Credits Michael Fitzsimons
Publisher Credits None
Performance Credits The Country Campers
Label Credits None