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Coal For Christmas
02:22
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It's wintertime, it's getting cold
there's only embers in the stove
and ma and pa conspire some design
I'm eight years old and uncontrolled
I'm too wild for the house to hold
I've never met a rule I can abide
Well, I'm getting coal for Christmas
each and every year
but I'm gonna save each square and say my prayers
gonna light them up and watch the show
By the time I'm nine, I've kicked the cat
I've cursed and swore behind their back
and sometimes I don't bother turning round
By the time I'm ten, I steal the keys
I'm as friendly as a swarm of bees
flying from a hole under the ground
Well, I'm getting coal for Christmas
each and every year
but I'm gonna save each square and say my prayers
gonna light them up and watch the show
Now I'm 16, and I'm all bent
A ne'er do well, a malcontent
ma and pa won't look me in the eye
Mama's wine and daddy's beer
That's what I call Christmas cheer
The blinking lights begin to multiply.
Well, I'm getting coal for Christmas
each and every year
but I'm gonna save each square and say my prayers
gonna light them up and watch the show
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2. |
Feast of Steven
04:15
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Every wrenboy knows
His verse and prose
How to fix his hair
How to strike a pose
But I'm the lion in winter
When the snow begins to shimmer at night
I know every song
So I know what's wrong
You know how it feels
How to know how it's real
And not some trick of the eye
I always wondered why I'm
All alone
On the Feast of Steven
Now I know
Nothing breaks even
Watch the snow
Scatter the heathen
I'm all alone
On the Feast of Steven
And Manchester's far away
I'm no charming man
I do what I can
Got nothing to say
Just let the records play
But the cold still creeps through the window
And the train takes everyone home for a while
A king is born
Between a row of corn
But the queen is dead
She's fallen out of bed
But you were never anyone's subject
So I'll never be anyone's subject
You're the only king I know
You're the only one who knows I'm
All alone
On the Feast of Steven
Now I know
Nothing breaks even
Watch the snow
Scatter the heathen
I'm all alone
On the Feast of Steven
And Manchester's far away
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Ben Smith West Chester, Pennsylvania
West Chester, PA songwriter Ben Smith's songs sound good in both your front parlor and your back barroom---all Tin Pan Alley piano and a fading choirboy voice.
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