Little Wood Guitar Lyrics
| Song | Little Wood Guitar |
| Artist | Sugarland |
| Album | Gold And Green |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : BUSH, KRISTIAN/PAUL, ELLIS | |
| Its Christmas day, and the snow is coming down | |
| Church bells sway, | |
| They're ringin' awake the town | |
| Preacher Klein recites his lines | |
| The pews will be full today | |
| Mr. Howe cranks up his plow | |
| His blades will clear the way | |
| Its Christmas day, and the pecan pies are baking | |
| Mothers say, "It's the giving not the taking" | |
| My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street | |
| I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I'm told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| Its Christmas day, funny how the years have shaped us | |
| So much has changed | |
| I'm a musician, | |
| I'm a waitress | |
| Chicago's a winter wonderland | |
| My brother and his wife | |
| Passing around their dinner plates | |
| Disecting my life | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I'm told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| I never stopped believing | |
| I just kept on singin' | |
| Now people come to see me from miles around | |
| And I don't mind confessing | |
| That I still count my blessings | |
| I just never thought | |
| I'd settle down | |
| Its Christmas day, and the little ones are waking | |
| I hear them play | |
| I can hear the presents shaking | |
| My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street | |
| My little girl she's watching him with a 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 when chasing down your star | |
| I'm told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar |
| zuo ci : BUSH, KRISTIAN PAUL, ELLIS | |
| Its Christmas day, and the snow is coming down | |
| Church bells sway, | |
| They' re ringin' awake the town | |
| Preacher Klein recites his lines | |
| The pews will be full today | |
| Mr. Howe cranks up his plow | |
| His blades will clear the way | |
| Its Christmas day, and the pecan pies are baking | |
| Mothers say, " It' s the giving not the taking" | |
| My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street | |
| I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| Its Christmas day, funny how the years have shaped us | |
| So much has changed | |
| I' m a musician, | |
| I' m a waitress | |
| Chicago' s a winter wonderland | |
| My brother and his wife | |
| Passing around their dinner plates | |
| Disecting my life | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| I never stopped believing | |
| I just kept on singin' | |
| Now people come to see me from miles around | |
| And I don' t mind confessing | |
| That I still count my blessings | |
| I just never thought | |
| I' d settle down | |
| Its Christmas day, and the little ones are waking | |
| I hear them play | |
| I can hear the presents shaking | |
| My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street | |
| My little girl she' s watching him with a 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 when chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar |
| zuò cí : BUSH, KRISTIAN PAUL, ELLIS | |
| Its Christmas day, and the snow is coming down | |
| Church bells sway, | |
| They' re ringin' awake the town | |
| Preacher Klein recites his lines | |
| The pews will be full today | |
| Mr. Howe cranks up his plow | |
| His blades will clear the way | |
| Its Christmas day, and the pecan pies are baking | |
| Mothers say, " It' s the giving not the taking" | |
| My brothers brand new bicycle is out janglin' in the street | |
| I watch him through the icycles with this wood box beneath my feet | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| Its Christmas day, funny how the years have shaped us | |
| So much has changed | |
| I' m a musician, | |
| I' m a waitress | |
| Chicago' s a winter wonderland | |
| My brother and his wife | |
| Passing around their dinner plates | |
| Disecting my life | |
| All I got is this little wood guitar | |
| What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars | |
| Like all the kings with all their gold | |
| While chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar | |
| I never stopped believing | |
| I just kept on singin' | |
| Now people come to see me from miles around | |
| And I don' t mind confessing | |
| That I still count my blessings | |
| I just never thought | |
| I' d settle down | |
| Its Christmas day, and the little ones are waking | |
| I hear them play | |
| I can hear the presents shaking | |
| My boys outside on his new bike janglin' in the street | |
| My little girl she' s watching him with a 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 when chasing down your star | |
| I' m told Every highway takes me where you are | |
| With this little wood guitar |
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