| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| Just last year when I was only seven
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| And now I’m almost eight, as you can see
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| You came home at a quarter past eleven
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| Fell down underneath our Christmas tree
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| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| Momma smiled and looked outside the window
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| She told me, «Son, you better go upstairs»
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| Then you laughed and hollered, «Merry Christmas!»
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| I turned around and saw my Momma’s tears
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| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
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| I don’t want to see my Momma cry
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| No, I don’t want to see my Momma cry |