Little Wood Guitar 歌词

It's Christmas day And the snow is coming down Church bells sway They're ringing awake the town Preacher Kline recites his lines The pews'll be full today Mr. Howe cranks up his plow His baldes'll clear the way It's Christmas day And the pecan pies are baking Mothers say it's the giving not the taking My brother's brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street I watch him through the icicles With that wood box beneath my feet [Chorus:] All I got was this little wood guitar What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars Like all the kings with all thier gold Went chasing down your star I'm told Every highway takes me where you are With this little wood guitar It's Christmas day Funny how the years can shape us Much has changed I'm a musician not a waitress Chicago's a winter wonderland At my brother's and his wife's Passing around thier dinner plates And dissecting my life [Chorus] I never stopped believing I just kept on singing Now people come to hear from miles around And I don't mind confessing That I still count my blessings I just never thought I'd settle down It's Christmas day And the little one's are waking I hear them play I can hear the presents shaking The boy's outside on his new bike Jangling in the street That little girl, she's watching him With that 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 Went chasing down your star I'm told Every highway takes me where you are With this little wood guitar Little wood guitar