Little Wood Guitar

Its Christmas day, and the snow is coming down

Church bells sway,

They're ringin' awake the town

Preacher Klein recites his lines

The pews will be full today

Mr. Howe cranks up his plow

His blades will clear the way

Its Christmas day, and the pecan pies are baking

Mothers say, "It's the giving not the taking"

My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street

I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet

All I got is this little wood guitar

What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars

Like all the kings with all their gold

While chasing down your star

I'm told Every highway takes me where you are

With this little wood guitar

Its Christmas day, funny how the years have shaped us

So much has changed

I'm a musician,

I'm a waitress

Chicago's a winter wonderland

My brother and his wife

Passing around their dinner plates

Disecting my life

All I got is this little wood guitar

What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars

Like all the kings with all their gold

While chasing down your star

I'm told Every highway takes me where you are

With this little wood guitar

I never stopped believing

I just kept on singin'

Now people come to see me from miles around

And I don't mind confessing

That I still count my blessings

I just never thought

I'd settle down

Its Christmas day, and the little ones are waking

I hear them play

I can hear the presents shaking

My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street

My little girl she's watching him with a wood box beneath her feet

All she got was this little wood guitar

What I thought is it might take her pretty far

Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star

I'm told Every highway takes me where you are

With this little wood guitar