remember where we used to danceOut by the well,

a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girlsChildren of the

Anyone else would shake my handWish me luck, be proud for

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

likes it when I call in sick to workSpend

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

Let's have an oh oh oh-oh-Oklahoma ChristmasWe'll have an old-fashioned two-stepping

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

was standing there, crying in the kitchenIt's been one

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

got her new jeans onLooking so right it’s wrongUmmm

the radio on just to hear a voice other

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindropsAnd they'd

I met you 'fore anyone knew my namePlayin' for

My mother’s biscuits melt in your mouthAnd my daddy he is

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you