Lyrics:
Christmas Guitar

(Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans

gonna be A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas

I hope everybody's havin' a merry christmas, I know I am, hey! I feel good, I feel alright, hey! Last night I couldn't believe my eyes, y'all I saw a

'm cruisin' like a merry-go-round Said Santa to a boy child "What have you been longing for?" "All I want for Christmas is a Rock and Roll electric guitar

the pocket, let him be That's the pocket, let him be Here comes pockets Picking up the things we cannot see A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree Things

Ain't about my pistol Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars Ain't about my big old

room For my guitar in your sleigh" CHORUS 2ND CHORUS Singing hallelujah it's christmas People all sharing their hearts tonight Singing hallelujah it's christmas It's christmas

there running fancy free A lovin' up some other fellow and I'm a wishin' she was here instead of me [ guitar ] I've stole that money for my honey I dressed her like a Christmas

still won't speak to me I pawned my grandpa's old guitar in collage For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline I took a swing at my old man one Christmas