Little Wood Guitar(Album Version) - Sugarland

It's Christmas day and the snow is comin' down
Church bells sway they're ringin' to wake the town
Preacher Kline recites his lines the pews will be full today
Mr Howell cranks up his plow his blades will clear the way
It's Christmas day and the pecan pies are bakin'
Mothers say it's the givin' not the takin'
My brothers brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street
I watch him through the icicles with this wood box beneath my feet
All I got was this little wood guitar
What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars
Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar
It's Christmas day funny how the years can shape us
Much has changed I'm a musician I'm a waitress
Chicago is a winter wonderland
My brothers and his wives passing around their dinner plates
And dissecting my life
All I got is this little wood guitar and what it
Brought is neon lights in crowded bars
Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar
I never stopped believin' I just kept on singin'
Now people come to hear from miles around
And I don't mind confessing that I still count my blessings
I just never thought I'd settle down
It's Christmas day and the little ones are wakin'
I hear them play
I can hear the presents shakin'
My boy's outside on his new bike jangling in the street
My little girl she's watchin' him with that wood box beneath her feet
All she got was this little wood guitar
What I thought is it might take her pretty far
Like all the kings with all their gold when chasing down your star
I'm told every highway takes me where you are with this little wood guitar
Little wood guitar