playin' cards to a ragtime tune,
a big old fellow started eyein' me mean,
and on his hip he had an iron machine,
but I didn't wanna use it
and I had to beat him to it,
shot him through his heart
like an arrow from Cupid,
cause Santa made me do it.
Later that night, on a midnight ride,
passed by a rancher's house
and in that moment him and I conspired.
So I hopped that fence and I
gave him a carrot to chomp on
while I untied him from the post,
cause Santa made me do it.
The next town I hit I do decree there
was a fancy bank full of currency
So I stepped inside with my trusty
and just to prove I was a
give me everything you got
I tossed my sack to the old bank teller,
he said ain't you that bandit,
and there's no way that I
And it's not me robbing you,
it's really Santa who does it
And he said, ain't you the one
with the bag full of loot
an d don't make me prove it
And if anything should happen,
