My mother's in a polyester coat I'm smiling so hard that my eyes are closed Her hand is on my shoulder It's snowing outside
Someone took all the old pictures out And we're laughing and passing them around Sitting on the couch, Bic pen on the back she wrote 1975 The days of the wish book catalog
You can sing all of the Sunday hymns Cause you've known the words all your life You can roll past that old high school and smile At the glory days long gone by You'll be thinking about Grandpa When you're stringing up those lights And that will be why You can't make it through Christmas without crying Without crying
Any mall Santa Clause will take you right back Or the Church bazaar that your mama worked at We all know we can't buy time, but we damn sure try Little make believe to make the real world make a little sense
You can sing all of the Sunday hymns Cause you've known the words all your life You can roll past that old high school and smile At the glory days long gone by But you'll remember being 11 When you're stringing up those lights And that will be why You can't make it through Christmas without crying Without crying
Daddy's still dragging the decorations down from the attic Betting we'd all take the chance to go back if we had it
You can sing all of the Sunday hymns Cause you've known the words all your life And roll past that old high school and smile At the glory days long gone by And even if you wouldn't change one single thing about your life It's a matter of time You can't make it through Christmas without crying Without crying Without cryingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
