Lyrics:
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
to guide him in his sleigh
I attended Christmas service at a little church in the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher who then
cousin Bill
It's not Christmas without Grandma
All the family's dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we open up her gifts or send them
attended ""The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.""
The music was a fiddle and a lively tambourine
And the big imported by stage from Amboline
And the room was
winter away.
This time of the year is spent in good cheer
And neighbors together do meet,
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
Each other in
on and the bills stayed paid
I felt so warm as we drove away
I had never seen Christmas spelled so clear
As when I saw "LEON" flashin' in my rear view mirror
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible says
Mary's Boy Child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas day
While shepherds watched their flock by
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
Is unemployment's source
So the INS are given
Unending power to enforce
The restrictions regulated by
Immigrants descendants
Who project open border
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
Not because his occupation, it's
last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him the next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
life
And this mystery love
I'm a kid when it comes to
Growing up in this slum
By the way, you are borin'
If you living life, ignorin'
What it is you
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
before the deal I paid my mother's bills
Tryna cop a house in the hills
Just like uncle Phil's
Free my nigga Hydro, he just rang
When I sweep my
Merry Christmas from England by Lou Lollio 9/29/08
Come and spend Christmas in England
With friends we will gather in love
From the country roads in
my mommas bills on my Christmas list
Don't even seem real thinking back to what I was living in
Cycle keep repeating lost track on what the mission is
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
From that country where the rich eat the poor people
Star-Spangled Banner wavin’ out the Porsche window
I get it lit like a cross in Alabama
Tote
Ain't taking this light like the weight of my quill
Thought it best to write what I really fuckin' feel
If this how I die then by all means kill
Well it’s Christmas time
And I’m trying to be nice
But this particular year
I’m skating on thin ice
I got a stack of bills
And I get the chills
Christmas lights in every tree
Beneath the mountain lies this sleepy country town
With two coffee shops and one main street and three restaurants
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