Little Wood Guitar - Sugarland
Its Christmas day,
and the snow is coming down
Church bells sway,
They're ringin' awake the town
Preacher Klein recites his lines
The pews will be full today
Mr. Howe cranks up his plow
His blades will clear the way
Its Christmas day,
and the pecan pies are baking
Mothers say, "It's the giving not the taking"
My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street
I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet
All I got is this little wood guitar
What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars
Like all the kings with all their gold
While chasing down your star I'm told
Every highway takes me where you are
With this little wood guitar
Its Christmas day,
funny how the years have shaped us
So much has changed
I'm a musician, I'm a waitress
Chicago's a winter wonderland
My brother and his wife
Passing around their dinner plates
Disecting my life
All I got is this little wood guitar
What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars
Like all the kings with all their gold
While chasing down your star I'm told
Every highway takes me where you are
With this little wood guitar
I never stopped believing
I just kept on singin'
Now people come to see me from miles around
And I don't mind confessing
That I still count my blessings
I just never thought I'd settle down
Its Christmas day,
and the little ones are waking
I hear them play
I can hear the presents shaking
My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street
My little girl she's watching him with a 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
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