| I road up in those hills
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| Like when we all used to go
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| Cut a tree like the one
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| That we used to alone
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| Behind the old sorrel mare
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| I drag it down off the slopes
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| Trimmed it up in the corner
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| With tinsel and hoped
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| I ain’t heard from my son
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| And I won’t I expect
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| The other’s flight
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| It was cancelled
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| At least that’s what he said
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| My daughter’s takin' the kids again
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| To Maui this year
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| I guess don’t blame em'
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| It’s pretty cold round here
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| :Thank Christ for these horses
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| Or I’d be here at home
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| Eighty years old spending Christmas alone
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| A blizzard is howling
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| And night it grows near
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| It’s just me and the ponies
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| For Christmas this year
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| It’s bitterly cold with three feet of snow
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| And this wouldn’t be home
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| If the wind didn’t blow
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| Can’t get out of the yard
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| I’m snowed in with the drifts
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| And no one is coming to open these gates
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| If I were my father I’d hitch up a team
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| Take the sleigh to the neighbour’s for brandy and cream
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| But that world is gone
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| It’s all dissappeared
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| It’s just me and the ponies
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| For Christmas this year
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| This old barn is still standing
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| Not much longer I think
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| I can see the north star
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| Through the holes in the chink
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| Tonight it’s oats for my pals
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| And me a bottle of cheer
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| It’s just me and the ponies
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| For Christmas this year |