Christmas Day
Well mama, here I am again on the run
Surrounded
You see the headlights and the smokin' guns
And to tell you the truth
All I can think of is you
Rearranging little paper angels upon the tree
While the new dog has replaced me in all the photographs
How Dad says he hardly knows me anymore
What do you think of me now? Signs posted all over town
Two grand cash, top of the line mower
To the first one can track me down
'Cause it's been a long, long, lonely winter
It's been a cold, hard-living, a couple years
And it kills me to say they're gonna lock me away
And it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
Think sweetheart, all the things we did to get by
Sneakin' into big ol' houses with a hundred rooms to spend the night
Yeah when nothin' is all you come from
Sure it don't take much to start to dream
Now that all the whole world shines before you
Let me tell you honey, there ain't nothin' as what it seems
'Cause that ol' roof ain't high enough to call a ceiling
And I never liked that smug-ass chandelier
There's been a whole lotta talk, it's kinda pissin' me off
No, it ain't like us
Not tryin' to tell you, but takin' my sweet time is all
'Cause it's been a long, lame, December
It's been a dry, spin-diggins, a couple years
And though it kills me to say, go on and have it your way
'Cause it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
No, it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
Surrounded
You see the headlights and the smokin' guns
And to tell you the truth
All I can think of is you
Rearranging little paper angels upon the tree
While the new dog has replaced me in all the photographs
How Dad says he hardly knows me anymore
What do you think of me now? Signs posted all over town
Two grand cash, top of the line mower
To the first one can track me down
'Cause it's been a long, long, lonely winter
It's been a cold, hard-living, a couple years
And it kills me to say they're gonna lock me away
And it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
Think sweetheart, all the things we did to get by
Sneakin' into big ol' houses with a hundred rooms to spend the night
Yeah when nothin' is all you come from
Sure it don't take much to start to dream
Now that all the whole world shines before you
Let me tell you honey, there ain't nothin' as what it seems
'Cause that ol' roof ain't high enough to call a ceiling
And I never liked that smug-ass chandelier
There's been a whole lotta talk, it's kinda pissin' me off
No, it ain't like us
Not tryin' to tell you, but takin' my sweet time is all
'Cause it's been a long, lame, December
It's been a dry, spin-diggins, a couple years
And though it kills me to say, go on and have it your way
'Cause it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
No, it don't look like I'll be home by Christmas Day
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Writer(s): Mark P Dombroski, Timothy Rygiel, Michael John Rygiel, Joe Mazzola
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