Christmas Can'T Be Far Away - Lyrics - Eddy Arnold

Title: Christmas Can'T Be Far Away
Artist: Eddy Arnold
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant

Lyric:
A neighbor tipped his hat to me this mornin'
The landlord even smiled and said good day
And I want you to know that a stranger said hello
Christmas can't be far away

Old tight wad down the street is a buying candy
To pass out to the neighbor kids at play
The town is on the go and the weather man says snow
Christmas can't be far away

The small fry on our block have all been saving
And now their hiding things and looking sly
Mum will get that doodad she's been craving
And dad will get his usual Christmas tie

Both young and old are planning sweet surprises
They'll soon be tied with ribbons bright and gay
Good will is in the air and you feel it everywhere
Christmas can't be far away

Good will is in the air and you feel it everywhere
Christmas can't be far away

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Christmas Can'T Be Very Far Away - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Christmas Can'T Be Very Far Away
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Roger Cook, Wayne Jackson

Lyric:
Little bits of heaven
Floating gently by the window
Soon this dirty city will be
Covered with a new snow
Let's put on our winter boots
Go outside and play
Christmas can't be very far away

Weather girl says 'Bundle up'
It's gonna be a cold one
I'll put on my woolly hat
You'll wear your dad's old Stetson
Pretty lights are everywhere
Shining night and day
Christmas can't be very far away

Let's take a walk downtown and
Go dream shopping in the mall
The kids can do the Santa thing
Photographs and all

We'll get the biggest tree this year
And trim it to the top
And spend a whole lot more
Than what we've got
But so what

Come next spring
I know we will be
Ready for the sunshine
Right now throwin' snowballs
At each other's such a fun time

Kids will think we're crazy
For a while and that's okay
Christmas can't be very far away
Christmas can't be very far away

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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40 - 7 Much - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - 7 Much
Artist: E
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, Tenina Stevens, Jerry B Long, Michael Mosley, Earl Stevens, Rick James

Lyric:
Doin' too much, too much, 7 much, too much
Don't you know that I'm the one
You can't get nothin' over on me, baby

Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much
You doin' too much, I'm the one

I see you over there peepin' a player out from hella far away
Tryin' to get with some of this here mackin'
Apparently you ain't tryin' hard enough 'cause if you was
You woulda been made your way over here to the V.I.P. with us

Where yo' man at? What's the matter with that clown
Leavin' a sharp-ass lil' broad like you up in here with all us players?
Hopefully you up in here with some of yo' friends, so some of my friends
Can get with some of yo' friends and turn it into somethin'

I'm fin' to walk over here to the bar and get the bartender
To mix me one of my customized drinks without the blender
Get everybody up in the club up in here off the numb-numb juice
Vodka, 7-Up, and Cran-apple juice

The ladies outnumber the fellas six-to-one
And me and my fellas up in here like good one pimp, we all won
The pretty one's in here are hot like a dog in heat
Touchin' they toes, backin' it up, and dancin' like a freak

Doin' too much, too much, 7 much, too much
Don't you know that I'm the one
You can't get nothin' over on me, baby

Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much
You doin' too much, I'm the one

Man, I'm over here on super-purp'
Up in the club hollerin' at somebody else's work
Yeah, pimpin', I'm up on all the slang that you make up
But I believe you stay about your marbles and be about your bacon

Youse a player about yours and I'm sensin' and smellin'
That youse one of them sharp-ass lil' sisters, huh?
Might even want you to be my baby, maybe ma
Speakin' upon my baby ma, here she comes

And she hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie momma
Same ol', same ol', dry-ass drama
Comin' up in my face about the, child support
Talkin' about, takin' me to court

Takin' me to court, can't work me
Most of these hoes be mo' full of shit
Than a Christmas turkey

Doin' too much, too much, 7 much, too much
Don't you know that I'm the one
You can't get nothin' over on me, baby

Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much
You doin' too much, I'm the one

Well alright ho', boss mo', player hater hater my noggin'
D-Boy, people swear up and down I'm a rocker
But I'm a soil block turf hog built for battle
15's in the trunk, like a snake they rattle

Leave skid marks all on the gravel
Drivin' like a bat outta hell to the hotel
Bounce roll rock skate side to side
Baby got the gin and the Astroglade

I hopin' that the jimmy don't bust
While I thrust much cush gush knock boots with lust
Swish swush, loose nuts, drop juice drip stuff
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 much

Doin' too much, too much, 7 much, too much
Don't you know that I'm the one
You can't get nothin' over on me, baby

Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much
You doin' too much, I'm the one

Baby, baby, baby, baby, you doin' too much
And all the fellas say
And all the ladies say
And all the fellas say
And all the ladies say
And all the fellas say
And all the ladies say

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911 - Lyrics - Gorillaz

Title: 911
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Von Carlisle, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Murdoc Niccals, Denaun Porter, De Shaun Holton, 2

Lyric:
Gorillaz, back the fuck up, D12

There ain't no trouble in rock
(Rock)
On every block
(Block)
Late for school, late for work
But ahead of these cops
(Cops)

My credit is shock in the detinate box
(Box)
Like people take my life and that's pathetic as Pac's
(Pac's)
A waste of the talent, say my boys is just nowhere
Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare

Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage
NATO barriers, hate embarrassed there is the faith to cherish
In your room face to face with race awareness

A race to shit, army bombin', your God is with you
Calm over war, we gotta start our pistol
'Cause if you right and know you right
Then where's your righteous ways

We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only Christ can say, the trife will reunite again

America owns without a fucking care in my dome
Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home
Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome
Feelin' hype from these rockets burning
Like straightenin' in the cones

Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef
Spray at your peeps for Christmas, give a K to my niece
Real niggas feel us and fear us, Gorillaz beat on
They chest when dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us

The spirit of Bugz is still in me, God bless it, the trinity
'Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's
Put the knife away, missiles away, strike and blaze
So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and day

Right away blow your life away, so light your haze
Hold tight grenade's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed
Kuniva might be crazed, unleashin' unlikely rage
The next time you hear a verse from me, I might be caged

Aaa ahhh iyy aaaa, ahh haya yaya yay
Aaa ahhh iyy aaaa, ahh haya yaya yay

Every night I talk to a black hawk, taking heroin in bulks
Watch my body hit the chalks
I'm too lazy, mescalines got me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby

And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can forgo
It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right from wrong
As I sit in my seat and remain calm
And close my eyes and wait for the bomb
(Here it comes)

I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggravated
I know I'll make it, I'm in a place full of hatred
Treatin' my life like a sacred try to check me
I break your neck, disrespect me, you get injected

It's hectic with some bullshit that happen
You least expected, we just don't accept it, nigga
I go ahead, lift my trigger, get rid of bitches
Pay you a visit, then get your shit lit

I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don't miss shit, I hit all
Whoever that did this, we gonna getch y'all

Yo, yo, now whether it's Sadam or Bin Laden
That's been startin' all this trouble for us
Creepin' horrors doin' show after show, sleepin' on the tour bus
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no Tenges

You don't need us to say the world is fucked up
Aawgs can see it, now it seems the public needs this
Shit to calm its kids 'cause they findin' out how you lied
About your twisted sins, they say, we bad for you

But shit our music, is your friend, they can't deter you
From the truth 'cause we the helping hand, we are one
And one is all, we are, we are, we are one and one is all

Aaa ahhh iyy aaaa, ahh haya yaya yay
Aaa ahhh iyy aaaa, ahh haya yaya yay

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4 Corners - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: 4 Corners
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Leonard Caston, Timothy Mosely, Shawn Carter, Jermaine Dupri, Kyambo Joshua, James Phillips, Charleston Davis, Darryl Iii Richardson, Chad Butler, Dwayne Carter, Anita Poree

Lyric:
Question, what y'all know about swingas on slab
30's on a Hummer with the butterfly doors?
Lucky charm teeth, lac on dem D's
Chevys sittin' high, iced out everthang, stacks on deck, no bank

What y'all know 'bout the five hottest niggas in the game?
Bow Wow, Short Dog, Scrappy, the boi Lil Wayne, the homie Pimp C
We got a lil' story to tell y'all where we come from

I come from where a Chevy wit a trunk full of bump
Is all that is that's wanted
In a year it don't matter long as you throw sum throw some D's on it
Mouth cost more then your house, house on ten acres
In the inside so fly, *** call me Jim Baker

From Ohio to Texas, we so infectious
ATL to STL is gon' to be hard to catch us
I'm talkin' 'bout ***, pills, sippin' on bar
Drinkin' crunk, livin' like there's no tomorrow

See out of towners can't understand 'coz I cut all my words short
Poppin' tags is mandatory, Saturday at the mall
Hoods ain't hoods, they cardboards and zones
*** car choppers and when it's on, it's on

See the kids can't live without it
It ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it, hear me out
See the kids can't live without it
And it ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it
Learn how to bounce and get out it and now answer me this

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

I'm talkin' the boy, country like overalls, you know that, dawg
Catch me in a slab, the same color as bowling balls
Cruisin' up the ave and I'm probably gonna give you up on cost
'Coz I ball hard and I'm stuntin' just like there's no tomorrow

So yesterday I swear I spent about fifty G's
On a wrist watch that shine brighter then a Christmas tree
If you was gettin' cheese, you would probably spend too
So don't hate 'em 'cause I blow paper like the wind do

And hop out clean, so watch your queen
I'm the biggest balla in Houston, homie, not Yao Ming
I mean, I'm gettin' money, man, so my pockets hella chubby
And I be sippin' drank that's purple like the Teletubby

So when it comes to the women, dawg, I can tell they love me
They put they panties in a envelope and mail 'em to me
And now how's that for some fan mail?
But me and Bow got a question, know the answer?
Raise your hand, yell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them georgia boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Yeah, they call me Fisher Price 'coz all I do is play nice
And I hang around a gang of guerrillas that love to fight
I'm the ice man, I'm far away from the sun
But I'm still hot like a *** pushin' a 'bout ***

My charger look like a muscle liftin' a ton
You keep pickin' on me, then you picked the right one
You pass another drink and I'm sippin' another one
You trust me up a *** I'm blowin' myself a ***

Got a Froot Loop Coupe lookin' like orange juice
When them *** see the truth, they don't be knowin' what to do
Yeah, I'm Scrap, baddest young *** in the nation
Young *** quit hatin' on the money that I'm makin', I'm just country

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Look, they call me Wayne, that is our chaperon
So far ahead of the race, I don't know which lap I'm on
No *** young Louisiana
Hit you with *** like MC Hammer

And money talks, so that's my grammar
If you ain't about money, you can step like a gambler
Am I the illest doin' this? Hell yeah
I am fresher then the Prince of Bel Air

And OG is what you smell here
Smoke the biggest *** don't worry, I brought a spare
They say I'm at the top but I'm almost there
And when I get, I will sit, don't worry, I brought a chair

I put ice all over the Altermare
[Incomprehensible] watch face, now time is hard to tell
And I will do whatever the Carter shell
So hot, goin' out wit me is like goin' to hell

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?

Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Huh, now what y'all know about them dem country boys
Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise?
Noise, noise

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So Many Ways - Lyrics - Director - Avant

Title: So Many Ways
Album: Director
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Willie Taylor, Haley Campbell, Teraike Crawford, Steve 'Huff' Huff, Myron Avant

Lyric:
I?m your director, it's getting deep
We don?t need to rent nothing, we?ll make our own movies
I?m your director, it's getting deep
We don?t need a videotape or a camera
To make this ghetto love scene

I wanna welcome everybody here tonight
It's such a beautiful occasion
I wanna tell you the way I feel, you know

This is for the ladies
I wanna take you to a place you?ve never been before
Sit back and enjoy this ride

Our love exploding in the air
Like the works on the Fourth of July
Or like the sun, how it sits upon the earth
Shine through clouds in the sky

I might never get as much air time
As a pilot would get, but I
But I?m sure right to do things
That we both haven?t tried yet

Take a trip to the moon
Just me and you, baby
Then we?ll shine on the earth
I?ll show the world what you?re worth

Did you like that?
Tell me, did you like that?
I just wanna, I just wanna show
So many ways, I wanna show you more

Take our love to another level, so many ways, I
Wanna go to a new paradise
Just one blink of an eye, so many ways I can
And I?ll never let you go, babe

'Cause this, this message of love
Is what I?m sending to you
I love you so much
There?s nothing I wouldn?t do for you, for you

Let me be the reason
You come from the floor with nothing but love
Like an orphan at Christmas who gets a million toys
There's no words to explain how it felt when we met
But I, I?ll try with this song and see how far I can get

It feels like Heaven
When you?re wrapped in my arms
That?s what comes over me
It feels like Heaven

I just wanna, I just wanna
In so many ways, I wanna show you more
Take our love to another level

So many ways I wanna go to a new paradise
Just one blink of an eye
So many ways I can
And I?ll never let you go, babe

Take you to a place far away from here
Go somewhere to erase your fears
And feel free about life, no worries in your life

Take you to a place far away from here
Go somewhere to erase your fears
Grass is greener on the other side
Just sit back and enjoy this ride

So many ways, I wanna show you more
Take our love to another level
So many ways I wanna go to a new paradise
Just one blink of an eye, so many ways I can
And I?ll never let you go, babe

Ain?t nothing stopping us
Let's face an opportunity
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Santa'S Gonna Come In A Pickup Truck - Lyrics - Alan Jackson

Title: Santa'S Gonna Come In A Pickup Truck
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Red Simpson, Don Rich

Lyric:
Well, I've been sorta worried
About Santa Claus this year
'Cause we live away, down south
And it didn't snow down here

But I'm telling you not to worry
'Cause I just got the word
Everybody listen closely
And I'll tell you what I heard

Santa's comin' in a pickup
Instead of his trusty sleigh
He'll have a truck instead of reindeer
To carry him on his way

'Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn't get snow you see
Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me

Santa can't bring his reindeer
He'll leave them far away
But don't you worry 'bout him
He's gonna be here Christmas day

He's got a big red pickup
With four-wheel drive and all
And there's gonna be a Merry Christmas
A Merry Christmas for all

Santa's comin' in a pickup
Instead of his trusty sleigh
He'll have a truck instead of reindeer
To carry him on his way

'Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn't get snow you see
Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me

Yeah, Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me

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Out There - Lyrics - Patty Smyth

Title: Out There
Artist: Patty Smyth
Composer(s): Patty Smyth, Glen Burtnik, Ed Roynesdal

Lyric:
Lizzy got married on Christmas Day
On the Coney Island Coast, I remember the way
She stood in the cold with the sun in her hair
Me and my brother were standing by
I remember my mother started to cry
Liz just looked at the sea, a million miles away

I said, "Now Lizzy can you tell me what you see?
And tell me why you keep a looking out there
Why you keep searching out there?
When everything you?ll ever want or need
Is right here with me

Yeah, and I took a ride with whoever would ask
I looked for the future, was done with the past and the present
Hey, that was just something to get through
And the nights went by and the years went too
My life was a mirror, the reflection was you
And at the end of the day my voice was so far away

Ooh, but maybe you could tell me who I am
And tell me why I keep a looking out there
Why I keep searching out there
For something you can?t taste or touch or see
No, no, no, 'cause it?s right here in me

And I know it?s all an illusion
You see what you wanna see
And I know, I know, ain?t nothing gonna rescue me now
I can take all this confusion
I just wanna be here now

Everything you?ll ever want or need
I know, I know, I know, it?s right here
I keep a looking out there
I keep searching out there
For something you can?t taste or touch or see
No, no, no, 'cause it?s right here

I said
"Na na na
Na na na
Na na na"
...

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More Than A Name On A Wall - Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

Title: More Than A Name On A Wall
Artist: The Statler Brothers
Composer(s): John Rimel, Jimmy Fortune

Lyric:
I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the wall
In her hand she held some flowers
As her tears began to fall

She took out pen and paper
As to trace her memories
She looked up to Heaven
And the words she said were these

She said "Lord my boy was special
And he meant so much to me"
And oh I'd love to see him
Just one more time You see

All I have are the memories
And the moments to recall
So Lord could You tell him
He's more than a name on a wall

She said "He really missed the family
And being home on Christmas day"
And he died for God and country
In a place so far away

I remember just a little boy
Playing war since he was three
But Lord this time I know
He's not coming home to me

She said "Lord my boy was special
And he meant so much to me"
And oh I'd love to see him
But I know it just can't be

So I thank You for my memories
And the moments to recall
But Lord could You tell him
He's more than a name on a wall
Lord could You tell him
He's more than a name on a wall

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Red High Heels - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Red High Heels
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
Red high heels is the way I feels
Got the sways and reels going home
Red high heels and the church bells peal
Cross the snowy fields going home

I walk down these aisles nobody's here just me
And the birds in the belfry
Murmuring murmuring
I took all your letters strung together
A white river of love and kneeling
Trailing trailing

Well, I don't know I'm on my own again
Start alone end alone
So my love maybe I'm glad
I met you on the way

I walk up these aisles nobody's here just me
And the doves up above me
Murmuring murmuring
Where could you be now? Could you be that far?
Are you still thinking of me
Listening listening

Well, I don't care if I'm on my own again
Start alone end alone
So my love I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way

Red high heels is the way I feels
Got the sways and reels going home
Red high heels and the church bells peal
Cross the snowy fields going home

I walk down these aisles nobody's here trust me
Is it already gone now?
And the bells start to ring
Better get outside before they arrive excuse me
Merry Christmas and easter snow
Falling falling

Well, I don't care if I'm on my own again
Start alone end alone
So my love I guess I'm glad
I met you on the way

Red high heels is the way I feels
Got the sways and reels going home
Red high heels and the church bells peal
And the children steal going home

Red high heels is the way I feels
And I teeter off cross the parking lot
I could steal your heart
But I don't know who
I could make you mine
Such a tall street light

Love is what I say
It won't go away
Maybe I'll lie down here
And watch the stars awhile
And these red high heels
I can still see them
They're the only thing that's real
In these frozen fields
Yeah yeah

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