Lyrics

Cowboy Christmas Home

Sittin' in the bunkhouse feeling sorry for myself
Christmas Eve can be a lonely time
Started thinking about Jim?s widowed wife
Those two kids without their Dad tonight
He worked this ranch, was a real good friend of mine

Three week growth on my jaw in my old
Red faded Mackinaw I hitched a team
And I went to cut a tree
Out there in that fallin' snow
I knew I had a place to go, and I
Started feeling kind of ?Christmas-E?

I took some canned goods from the store
Left an ?I.O.U? on Cookie?s door
Unwrapped the lines and I drove those mules away
The harness bells rang out for miles
They ran out on the porch all smiles
Guess I must have looked like Santa on his sleigh

We read the Christmas Story from the bible, and we sang
The kids took turns sittin' on my knee
We made paper chains and pop-corn strings
We heard the coyotes caroling,
And their ma crocheted a star to the top of the tree

For the little girl a rope knot doll I fashioned on the fly
My pocket knife I wrapped up for the boy
I gave their mom a Christmas poem
And they gave me a Christmas home
That filled my heart up with joy

To think I?d almost spent this night like all the Christmas past
While headin' home I felt a tear drop fall
Took my hat off in the cold night air
Offered up a grateful cowboy prayer
And thanked God for the greatest gift of all
And thanked God for the greatest gift of all?.