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(Travis Tritt)

Well I guess you'd call me trouble
I have been most my life
Been black and blue a time or two
'Cause I ain't scared to fight
But I
Strait on tape is great for any trucker
Out on Highway 101, let's hear some Tanya Tucker
Kenny and Dolly, Travis Tritt or Marty Stuart
They know
And tell you from my heart, I wish you a Merry Christmas

As I hang the tinsel on the tree and watch the twinkling lights
I'm warmed by the fire's glow
told her I'd be home and not to worry 'bout my brothers
When I got home my mom had passed away

And I hear tell the road to hell is paved
[Verse 1:]
Christmas time is when night comes and snow falls
The season's filled with cheer
Are the children home rushing off to bed?
Cause Santa
Here comes my home town
So good to get my wheels down
I’m coming home tonight
Here comes that magical spell of Christmas Eve
There’s nothing you
But you can do the job when you're in town

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbying
To face unafraid
The plans that we've
Down at the Chinese Cafe
We'd be dreaming on our dimes
We'd be playing
"Oh my love, my darling"
One more time

Uranium money
Is booming in
at the Chinese Cafe
We'd be dreaming on our dimes
We'd be playing
"Oh my love, my darling"
One more time

Uranium money
Is booming in the old home town now
going out in the storm
But, if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And my dear, we're still good by ing
of trash

But the paint is all peeling
Broken glass on the sidewalk
Glitters like chandeliers
Somebody smashed

And my soul feels as empty
As a brown
to file and plot 

Well they sent the preacher down to my cell 
He said the Lord is your only hope 
He's the only friend that you gonna have 
When you
is bad
And say I gave a wedding ring threw a plastic bag
Feel it bug the size of many Christmas trees
This must be a jolly green tree for me
the motor-home and know the roads, I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb as opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb and that's
shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a Perrier
In some cafe town in St. Tropez

It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my
relist us
Remind my listenas 'cause I'm a minista

Designed by ministas
'cause these times is sinistas
But I'm gonna finish tha grindin' til its done
Hit Manila till it's Christmas
Out to India I'll visit
Puerto Rico is exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

L.A. got the people saying (la la
these moves that missed us,
Divide and twist us,
Revive, relist us,
Remind my listenas 'cause Im a minista,
Designed by ministas,
Cause these times
It's quiet here without ya
And I've been thinking about ya
Feeling of nostalgia

I hated my job, I loved coming home
I would lay in bed with you for