| They shut down the mine last summer, we’re gettin' by on welfare
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| It’s Christmas Eve, I’m walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
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| Night is almost on me, a night I’m almost dreading
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| No store bought gifts to open, but there’ll be Christmas just the same.
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above
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| Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.
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| There’s a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
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| Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson’s store
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| My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
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| Too young for understandin' what it means to be so poor.
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above
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| Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.
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| Little Linda ain’t no baby, hell she turns thirteen in April
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| She’s been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life
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| She’s old enough to realize that it ain’t never comin'
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| I’d damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy’s knife.
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
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| It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
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| Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above
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| Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man. |