A John Prine Christmas - John Prine

Pretty paper

Pretty ribbons of blue

Man oh man, I just love Christmas

It’s just so darn neat

I kinda wish every day was Christmas

Except Christmas Eve and the Fourth of July

We wouldn’t want to miss out on the fireworks, would we?

When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in

Chicago

Sometimes we’d get it as early as late August

It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires

My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax

So I’d make up a different Christmas list every night

From the first of September 'til the twenty-forth of December

Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials

When I was three years old, at least that’s what my mother told me

I ate an entire ornament.

I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple

They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital

But they couldn’t stop me from laughing so they just left me alone

So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know?

One year, I got a wooden roly-poly for Christmas

You know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up

They made 'em out of wood back then, that’s how old I am

Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic

My mom says «they just don’t make 'em like that anymore».

and I says, «no ma they don’t»

Then there was the year I came home only eave from the army

From Germany to marry my high school sweetheart on the day after Christmas

My little brother billy, who was twelve at the time

Had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas

presents

For his brothers and his mom and dad out of his own pocket

Billy had a job selling subscriptions for the Chicago Tribune

He told me this guy named rocky would pick him up in a station wagon

Him and some other boys, and he’d take 'em out to some strange neighborhood

And drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential

customers

Supposedly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation’s capital,

Washington, D. C

But he couldn’t go on the trip if his older brother wouldn’t accompany him

So if you would please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little

brother will be happy

Wow, what a shyster!

Some people’ll do anything to get to the Whitehouse!

Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar

Ah man it was gorgeous, I still got the thing

It was a like aqua blue.

kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart.

was a silvertone from montgomery wards.

the model was called kentucky blue and

man when I saw that sitting under the tree

Just couldn’t wait

First year so I didn’t know how to play it

I’d just stand in from of the mirror with a string around my neck with that

guitar and I’d try to look like Elvis

Then my brother dave taught me a couple of chords

Now I’m here in your living room singing and talking to you

It’s funny how things work out

So-a whyn’t you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em

If you see somebody looks like they ain’t doin' quite as well as you,

slip 'em a buck

'specially if they don’t ask for spare change

Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball

That when you wind it up it plays

«I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart.»

'cause after all, hell man, it’s Christmas

Away in a manger no crib for a bed

The little lord jesus lay down his sweet head

The stars in the sky look down where he lay

The little lord Jesus asleep on the hay

Merry Christmas everybody