These Blues for Christmas
Her Christmas card was postmarked Paris, France
It said Peace on Earth but no second chance
Guess she’d rather travel around the world
She always was a continental girl
It’s getting cold, Christmas will soon be here
And I could use some tidings of good cheer
Or at least some more whiskey in my glass
So here’s to her, my long gone bonny lass
This year it won’t take long to make my list
Santa there is only one thing I wish
I want to stop wanting her to come home
I want to stop watching the telephone
Chorus:
I want to lose these blues for Christmas
The holidays are no time to be blue
I want to lose these blues for Christmas
Santa won’t you please bring me someone new
But these frozen days drift by like the snow
That falls so sadly outside my window
I hear carolers singing Silent Night
I’m hurting bad and there’s no end in sight
I’ll hang my stocking by the tree with care
I’ve got some milk and cookies here somewhere
Then I’ll go to bed and hope for good dreams
In the morning I’ll see what you left me
Bridge:
She could have stayed here with me
Helped me put lights on the tree
Red, green and flashing, lot and lots
All the blues ones left in the box
Chorus:
I want to lose these blues for Christmas
The holidays are no time to be blue
I want to lose these blues for Christmas
Santa won’t you please bring me someone new
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