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(Every Day's) Christmas in Vegas Words and Music D. B. Faulkner and B. D. Love Christmas time was special for a poor boy growin’ up back home in Lynchburg We didn't have a lot to give but what we had we's awful glad to share Sissy'd trim the tree that daddy cut down in the hills outside of Lynchburg My momma'd cook a bird and the smell of punkin pie would fill the air Christmas came but once a year --too soon it went away When I turned eighteen I told the folks I couldn't stay I set out for a desert town cause Every Day's Christmas in Vegas! There's not too many trees but there's a lot of pretty lights all over Vegas And the sound of sleighbells ringin' is a hundred jackpots payin’ off at once All the jolly red-nosed Santas raise a glass of Christmas cheer and toast to Vegas And who needs giblet gravy, man, when you can get a dollar-fifty brunch We may not got a lot of snow or candy canes or reindeer But you can catch some carolin’ from Frank and Dean and Wayne, dear You can really have a ball, cause Every day's Christmas in Vegas When I got to Vegas there was no room at the Holiday Inn I thought I'd lost my lucky — I figured there was no way I could win I rendered to the Frontier what was Caesar's 'til the Three Kings came to call They brought me all the gold I'd ever dreamed of 'til I saw that spinning ball (I lost it all!) Now I'm writing "Merry Christmas, Mamma, don't you fret, I'm fine in Vegas Here's a bit of tinsel from a showgirl you can hang it on the tree And here's a pack of matches that I got for daddy on the Strip in Vegas And tell my little sister that I'll dedicate a song to her...from me" So when you get them sugar plums a dancin’ through your head I'll be live on stage in Vegas, knockin’ 'em dead For my Christmas Elvis Show, I'm dressed in green and red Cause when you sing just like the King, then Every day's Christmas in Vegas |
Call Me Nick Words and Music D. B. Faulkner and B. D. Love His face was old and weathered but his eyes were bright and quick He shook my hand and smiled and said "Friend, you can call me Nick" Another lonesome Christmas Eve Down at the Dew Drop Inn I had a few too many And the world began to spin I woke up in a jail cell with a big pain in my head I looked cross at my cellmate His suit was worn and red— He looked to me for all the world A man down on his luck— His scraggly beard was white as snow And his boots were caked with dust— Chorus He said the cops had picked him up Because he looked a little strange He couldn't give an address He couldn't prove his name Besides, he looked like an immigrant his skin was dark and tough He couldn't name the President And if that weren't enough He didn't have a family And his friends lived far away That old judge fined him half a grand Or one month and a day Chorus Now, I'm not what you'd call generous In fact, I'm mighty tight But to kick a man because he's down The system just ain't right I reached down deep into my boot & pulled out a wad of bills He said, "I thank you, stranger" His smile gave me the chills I sunk back on the bunk then To get a little sleep One more Christmas in jail, I thought— At least the meal is cheap Chorus But sometime short of midnight That badge began to crow He said somebody sprung me And I was free to go He handed me an envelope Full of everything I owned I went on home and hit the hay And slept till Christmas morn Then I opened up that envelope And saw the strangest sight More greenbacks than I'd ever seen— And with that cash, a note Sayin—"I had a job to do last night You helped me run the race So picture every dollar here As a smile on some child's face" Chorus I'm not the type to give advice I'm not a man to preach But when I've learned a lesson I guess it's mine to teach Be careful what you're takin' And give what you can give For all the world I know for fact There's no better way to live |