| Like a fixture down on Main Street
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| She stood there all year long
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| With a tin cup and a tamborine
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| Singing Christmas songs
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| Folks thought she was crazy
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| But they loved to hear her sing
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| They’d drop some money in her can
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| She’d shake that tamborine
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| And they called her Christmas Carol
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| There’s not a Christmas song she couldn’t sing
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| I remember Christmas Carol
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| With her snow white hair and her beat up tamborine
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| She wore that same old ragged coat all the year around
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| Lived all alone in a little shack just outside of town
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| She’d stand there singing «Jingle Bells» in the heat of the summer time
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| Yes, every day was Christmas in Carol Johnson’s mind
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| And they called her Christmas Carol
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| There’s not a Christmas song she couldn’t sing
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| I remember Christmas Carol
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| With her snow white hair and her beat up tamborine
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| But I can still remember that twinkle in her eye
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| 'Cause Carol kept a secret from the people passing by
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| That secret was a mystery they talked about so long
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| How each Christmas eve those gifts showed up outside the children’s home
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| That was forty years ago, or fifty I believe
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| But still the toys keep showing up each year on Christmas eve
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| I wonder if we’ll ever know just who took up the cause
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| Is it still Christmas Carol
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| Or is it Santa Claus?
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| And they called her Christmas Carol
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| There’s not a Christmas song she couldn’t sing
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| I remember Christmas Carol
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| With her snow white hair and her beat up tamborine
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| (Repeat chorus) |