Little Wood Guitar - Sugarland

It’s Christmas day

And the snow is coming down

Church bells sway

They’re ringing awake the town

Preacher Kline recites his lines

The pews’ll be full today

Mr. Howe cranks up his plow

His baldes’ll clear the way

It’s Christmas day

And the pecan pies are baking

Mothers say it’s the giving not the taking

My brother’s brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street

I watch him through the icicles

With that wood box beneath my feet

Chorus:

All I got was this little wood guitar

What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars

Like all the kings with all thier gold

Went chasing down your star I’m told

Every highway takes me where you are

With this little wood guitar

It’s Christmas day

Funny how the years can shape us Much has changed

I’m a musician not a waitress

Chicago’s a winter wonderland

At my brother’s and his wife’s

Passing around thier dinner plates

And dissecting my life

Chorus

I never stopped believing

I just kept on singing

Now people come to hear from miles around

And I don’t mind confessing

That I still count my blessings

I just never thought I’d settle down

It’s Christmas day

And the little one’s are waking

I hear them play

I can hear the presents shaking

The boy’s outside on his new bike

Jangling in the street

That little girl, she’s watching him

With that wood box beneath her feet

All she got was this little wood guitar

What I thought is it might take her pretty far

Like all the kings with all their gold

Went chasing down your star I’m told

Every highway takes me where you are

With this little wood guitar

Little wood guitar