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Christmas For Cowboys
Tall in the
saddle we spend
Christmas day
Driving the
cattle on the
snow-covered
plains.
All of the good
gifts given
today;
Ours is the sky
and the wide
open range.
Back in the
cities, they
have different
ways,
Football and
eggnog and
Christmas
parades.
I'll take the
blanket; I'll
take the reins;
Christmas for
Cowboys and wide
open plains.
A campfire for
warmth as we
stop for the
night;
The stars
overhead are the
Christmas-tree
lights.
The wind sings a
hymn as we bow
down to pray;
Christmas for
Cowboys and the
wide open
plains.
It's tall in the
saddle we spend
Christmas Day,
Driving the
cattle on the
snow-covered
plains.
So many gifts
have been opened
today;
Ours is the sky
and the wide
open range.
It's Christmas
for Cowboys and
wide open
plains.
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