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 cities, 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 the Christmas-tree lights.

The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;
Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains.


It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,
Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
So many gifts have been opened today;

Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains