Текст B.J. Thomas – Tennessee Christmas
Текст:
Come on weatherman,
Give us a forecast snowy white.
Can’t you hear the prayers
Of every childlike heart tonight?
Denver snow falling,
Somebody said it’s four feet deep.
But it doesn’t matter,
Give me the laughter;
I’m gonna choose to keep
Another tender Tennessee Christmas,
The only Christmas for me.
Where the love circles around us,
Like the gift around our tree.
Well I know there’s more snow
Up in Colorado
Than my roof will ever see,
But a tender Tennessee Christmas
Is the only Christmas for me.
Every now and then,
I got a wanderin’ urge to see
Maybe California,
Maybe tinsel town’s for me.
There’s a parade there;
We’d have it made there;
Bring home a tan for New Year’s Eve.
Sure sounds exciting,
Awfully inviting,
Still I think I’m gonna keep
Another tender Tennessee Christmas,
Where the love circles around us,
Like the gift around our tree.
Well they say in L.A.,
It’s a warm holiday;
It’s the only place to be.
But a tender Tennessee Christmas
Is the only Christmas for me.
(Ooh, yeah, yeah.)
(Oh, you know I wanna be home.)
(Ooh-ooh.)
Well I know there’s more snow
Up in Colorado
Than my roof will ever see,
But a tender Tennessee Christmas
Is the only Christmas for me.
A tender Tennessee Christmas
Is the only Christmas for me.