ALABAMA lyrics - Alabama Christmas Volume II

I Was Young Once Too

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He raced that engine down the track 'round the tree on Christmas day I was so amazed my dad would play with trains I saw a sparkle in his eye, then I heard him say, come on son let's play, I was young once, too He washed that Buick faithfully, Lord he kept her clean I thought that machine meant more to him than me On the day I turned sixteen he threw me the keys Said I was young once, too, now she belongs to you He was such a young man then, I'm older than that now I hope I measure up to him, when the circle comes around I saw him in the attic sittin' cross legged on the floor With some old photographs, he point and laughed He said, that's me in that picture, I said, no son, that's your dad I was young once, too, and looked a lot like you I was young once, too, I was young once, too Merry Christmas son, I wish your grandpa were here He was young once, too, and looked like me and you

Please, Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas)

ALAN JACKSON "Honky Tonk Christmas"
Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Just last year when I was only seven Now I'm almost eight, as you can see You came home a quarter past eleven And fell down underneath our Christmas tree Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Mama smiled and looked outside the window She told me son you better go upstairs Then you laughed and hollared "Merry Christmas" I turned around and saw my Momma's tears Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry No,I don't want to see my Momma cry

Mo Bheannnachd Dhan Bhàillidh Ùr

JULIE FOWLIS "Cuilidh"
[Mo Bheannachd Dhan Bhàillidh Ùr] Mo bheannachd dhan bhàillidh ùr, ’S tu fhèin a choisinn an cliù Nuair a thàinig e le thrùp Dh’uaislean o dhùthaich MhicLeòid. Is thàine tu led bhàirdse cruinn, Ghabh thu timcheall air Port Rìgh; Thogadh do shaighdearan cìs Fhad ’s a mhaireadh strì nan dòrn. Is thàine tu led bhàirds’ mun cuairt, Ghabh thu timcheall ’Chinn a Tuath Is dh’inns thu dhaibh gun gheilt gun ghruaim Gur e ’n cuan a bha fo sròin. Is ùr a’ chraobh on d’ rinn thu fàs, Na bha fon talamh dhith ’s gu h-àrd Gun mhosgan am bun no ’m bàrr Ach an giuthas àlainn òg. Is Dòmhnallaich sibh taobh air thaobh, Làmh dhearg as suaicheantas dhuibh, Long is bradan ’s leòmhann, craobh, Gidheagan is fraoch glas òg. [My Compliments to the New Bailiff/Factor] My compliments to the new bailiff/factor who earned a reputation when he arrived with his troop of noblemen from the land of MacLeod You came with your barge and went round Portree. Your soldiers would collect tax while the fight lasted. You came with your barge and went round the North End, informing them without cowardice or gloom that you were master of the open seas. You are the offshoot of a vigorous tree, in root and branch. A beautiful young fir, without decay in root or foliage. You are MacDonald on both sides. Your crest is a red hand, a galley, a salmon, a tree, a thistle and young green heather.

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