Away in
a manger,
that's the song that he hums
Pitching hay for the cattle,
and he's got horses to run
The snow on the pines
is like tinsel that shines
There's work to be done,
but he doesn't mind
His Christmas lights are stars
in a Montana sky
And his Christmas cookies
are ham biscuits he fried
No stockings by the fire
Just his old cattle dog Gus
Glass raised to his maker
That's cowboy Christ
mas
Strong cup of coffee, beans and cornbread
No visions of sugar plums
dancin' his head
Just dreams of an old love
They twirl and they spin
What he wouldn't give
If he could hold her again
Barbed wire wrapped in spokes
Like garland on trees
No mistletoe, no sweetheart
No presents he'll see
Just the warmth of a fire
and his old cattle dog guns
Glass raised to his maker,
that's cowboy Christmas
The
doggies are sleeping,
the wind's whining low
It's time to bed down,
and then the firelights glow
He opens His Bible,
the one His mama gave
And reads the story of Jesus,
born on Christmas Day
His Christmas lights are stars
in a Montana sky
His Christmas cookies are
ham biscuits He fried
No stockings by the fire
Just his old cattle dog Gus
Glass raised to his maker
That's cowboy Christmas
He'll tip his hat to his maker
That's cowboy Christmas
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm