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It was Christmas Eve the night your poor ma died, son
And I reckon she prayed all of her life
That she could raise you to be twenty-one
Me and you never moved into town, boy
We just kept on livin' out here
Oh, and life's been good and bad, son
For the past twenty-one years
Oh, I remember now when you were a little fella
And I used to take my boy to church
And when you sang the Christmas carols with the other boys
Oh, it gave daddy's heart a jerk
Why, you sounded a lot like a little angel, boy
And to papa you sure looked sweet
Even though your little ragged britches
Came halfway to your skinny little knees
Oh, and it made your papa proud, boy
And it filled my old heart with joy
Preacher'd step down and he'd pat your head and he'd say
"My, my, got yourself a fine little boy"
Well, maybe my life down here's about over, boy
Maybe my days on earth are 'bout done
Maybe now I'll see your mama and live with the Lord, boy
Merry Christmas to you and a happy birthday, son









































