Christmas Caravan

It's christmas eve, people
But someone's got to go
It's christmas eve, people
But someone's got to go
I never thought he'd have the nerve
But that just shows you what i know
He had a sweet and lonely voice
How i wish that he had stayed
He had a sweet and lonely voice
How i wish that he had stayed
But the dealer dealt the cards
And the ace has done been played
He used to talk about forever
Forever and a day
But when you get down to it
Things just don't work out that way
Merry christmas johnny
Though you're leaving now
The anticipation's better
Than the real thing anyhow

(instrumental)

Well, i've got a friend
Who lives across town
Every year when christmas rolls around
He gives me my christmas presents in a paper sack
Two hours later he wants it back
He's an indian giver!
I ran to my momma i was hollerin' and crying
She sent me to my poppa and i ain't lying
He gave me some advice,
It sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night
He's an indian giver!
Gonna write santy claus a valentine
Please santy claus won't you be mine?
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
Please mr. santy don't take 'em back!
Don't be no indian giver!
Jim: santa, is it really you?
Santa: why, yes
Jim: i've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! are they for me, santa?
Santa: ho ho hooold on a minute now boy. i done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
Jim: what list? don't tell me you're takin' them back!
Santa: how 'bout this nice lump of coal?
Jim: don't tell me you're an indian giver!
Jim: (cries)
Santa: ho ho ho
Jim: not santa

Whats that up on the roof?
The snow is falling down
Up in some northern town
But a carolina christmas
Is still the best around
Wrap up your teddy bear
Hang your stockings up with care
It's a carolina christmas
We're chillin' in our underwear
Well old st. nick's got a bag of tricks
And he's comin' 'round after 'while
This must be his favorite haunt
'cause we always do it up in style
Grandma's got the fiddle
And grandpa's got the bass
When it's christmas in carolina
It's christmas all over the place
Grandma's got the fiddle
And grandpa's got the bass
When it's christmas in carolina
It's christmas all over the place
Yes boy, get that stocking out of yer mouth

Want to show old santa claus that i be-lieve
Silent night and the stars are bright
The fields are white with snow
Christmas trees are wating
Lights are turned down low
Tinsel shells and tinsle bells
Reflect the firelight's hue
Seem to whisper softly
There's just one thing to do, i'm...
Hanging up my stockings
Tonight is christmas eve
Want to show old santa claus that i believe
Want to see his reindeer danicing
Through the snow
Hope their bells will wake me up
So i will know
Now iay me down to sleep upon this joyful night
Angels will watch over me until the morning light
Now iay me down to sleep upon this joyful night
Now i have seen his reindeer prancing
Through the snow
Heard their bells their tinsel shells
So now i know
Santa claus has been here
That's one thing i believe
So i'm putting up my stocking 'til next
Christmas eve