By Steve Weisberg
Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas day,
Driving the cattle, over snow covered plains.
All of the good gifts given today,
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
Back in the cities they have different ways,
Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.
I’ll take my saddle and I’ll take the reins,
It’s Christmas for cowboys, on wide open plains.
A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night,
The stars overhead are the Christmas tree lights.
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray,
It’s Christmas for cowboys, on wide open plains.
Christmas for cowboys, wide-open plains
Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day,
Driving the cattle over snow covered plains.
All of the good gifts given today,
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
It’s Christmas for cowboys, on wide open plains.
Christmas for cowboys, on wide open plains.
