She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time
Like a
Been one tough week, dead on my feet
But I've made
Up and down the street tonight
There's a Santa Claus at
He had plastic bags wrapped around his shoes
He was covered
I could barely breathe when you told me goodbye
Thought my
The siren on the street outside, didn't even turn your
Well, the whole thing started at the dawn of man
He
He plays guitar at a hotel bar
For out-of-towners and business
I ain't never hauled hay in the trunk of my
We're gather in this room today to say our last
I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch
When you're
Let me show you where I stop today
Had my doubts,
I can't get richI can't make a living
But I sure
Have yourself a merry little Christmas let your heart be
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time
Like a
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