It's Christmas day
And the snow is coming down
Church bells sway

They're ringing awake the town
Preacher Kline recites his lines
The pews'll be full today

Mr. Howe cranks up his plow
His baldes'll clear the way


It's Christmas day
And the pecan pies are baking
Mothers say it's the giving not the taking

My brother's brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street
I watch him through the icicles
With that wood box beneath my feet


Chorus:
All I got was this little wood guitar

What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars
Like all the kings with all thier gold
Went 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 not a waitress
Chicago's a winter wonderland
At my brother's and his wife's

Passing around thier dinner plates
And dissecting my life


Chorus

I never stopped believing

I just kept on singing
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 one's are waking
I hear them play

I can hear the presents shaking
The boy's outside on his new bike
Jangling in the street

That little girl, she's watching 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

Went chasing down your star I'm told
Every highway takes me where you are
With this little wood guitar

Little wood guitar