I sit A skeleton at my organ The candles in my candelabra burning hellishly, hellish hell And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house A little Christmas
church with you last Sunday, took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin', even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music
words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
church with you last Sunday Took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin' Even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music 5
with the honeys, you don't get no love You make music for these assholes that be on the block I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock Come
of the organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn
skeleton, and my organ. The candles in my kettle all burn hellishly, hellish hell. And the laughter, un-ending echoes through the haunted house, a little Christmas
church with you last Sunday took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin' even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music 5
church with you last Sunday took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin' even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music 5-
the organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn