CHRISTMAS IN THE BUNKHOUSE
Brenn HillRed Cliffs Press Music (BMI)


Verse 1:
Ol' Shifty's on his mouth harp a blowin' Jingle Bells
The road to town's blowed over and it's probably just as well
We've all stuffed our gizzards on bottled rye and sage grouse
We're playin' cards and shootin' pool it's Christmas in the bunkhouse

There's a line of stockin's a hangin' on the hearth
We've even perched a pinion tree and dressed it with our scarfs
The Ol' North wind's a blowin' no one's headed for the outhouse
Fill your cup and roll the dice it's Christmas in the bunkhouse

Verse 2:
Now Pancho's singin' Navidad and looks like he might cry
Elroy's shufflin' cards again with mischief in his eye
We're tradin' spurs and wild rags and stories from the funhouse
And everybody's welcome here it's Christmas in the bunkhouse

There's a line of holy stockin's hangin' on the hearth
And popcorn on a pinion tree with polka-paisley scarfs
Tomorrow's Christmas mornin' we'll all be out feedin' cows
Tonight we're all a celebratin' Christmas in the bunkhouse

Bridge:
And just about at midnight Ol' Cookie rings his bell
Tells us all to listen to the story he will tell
About the Baby Jesus and the night that he was born
And the bunkhouse it falls quiet at the stroke of Christmas morn

Verse 3:
And we all wander to our sacks and say a Christmas prayer
And thank the Lord for all we got and lettin' us live here
And pretty soon nothin's movin' but a hungry field mouse
Merry Christmas one and all and goodnight from the bunkhouse
Merry Christmas one and all and goodnight from the bunkhouse