Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle on the snow
covered-plains.
All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range.
Back in the city they have different ways, football and eggnog and Christmas
parades.
I'll take the blanket, I'll take the reins, Christmas for cowboys and wide-open
plains.

A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are
Christmas tree lights.
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, Christmas for cowboys and
wide-open plains.

To be continued...