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ALAN JACKSON lyrics - Honky Tonk Christmas

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

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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

Please Daddy (Don Get Drunk This Christmas)

JOHN DENVER "Rocky Mountain Christmas"
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Farewell Andromeda album, and has also been released on the Rocky Mountain Christmas and Country Classics albums. Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Just last year when I was only seven And now I'm almost eight as you can see You came home at a quarter past eleven Fell down underneath our Christmas tree Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Mumma smiled and looked outside the window She told me son, you better go upstairs Then you laughed and hollered Merry Christmas I turned around and saw my Mumma's tears Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry No, I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Words and music by Bill Danoff and Taffy Nivert

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

JOHN DENVER "Farewell Andromeda"
(Danoff/Danoff) Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma 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, fell down underneath our Christmas tree. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me, 'Son, you better get upstairs.' Then you laughed and hollered 'Merry Christmas.' I turned around and saw my mamma's tears. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas, I don't wanna see my mamma cry. No, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.

Please Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas)

JARS OF CLAY
Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Just last year when I was only seven And now I'm almost eight as you can see You came home at a quarter past eleven Fell down underneath our Christmas tree Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Mumma smiled and looked outside the window She told me son, you better go upstairs Then you laughed and hollered Merry Christmas I turned around and saw my Mumma's tears Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't wanna see my Mumma cry No, I don't wanna see my Mumma cry

'03 Adolescence

J. COLE "2014 Forest Hills Drive"
I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need somethin' newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I won't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry Cause I'm tryna stay alive, In the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? Aye who am I? (Yeah) Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way, my niggas *** slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was broadway, Times Square Kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller With more brown hairs than Chubacca Whispers that he got it for the low low Sell a, dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peep game Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip The appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now? You won't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you You bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear And thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show ol' girl what she missing The illest nigga alive Aye who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I (Aye who am I?) It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie (Aye who am I?) I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better

I Was Young Once Too

ALABAMA "Alabama Christmas Volume II"
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

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