They shut down the mine last summer, we`re gettin` by on welfare
It`s Christmas Eve, I`m walkin` home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me, a night I`m almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open, but there`ll be Christmas just the same
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my hands
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God`s precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
There`s a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
Gleamin` in the window down at Galen Johnson`s store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
Too young for understandin` what it means to be so poor
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God`s precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
Little Linda ain`t no baby, hell she turns thirtee-een in April
She`s been dreamin` about that dolly in the window for half her life
She`s old enough to realise that it ain`t never comin`
I`d damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy`s knife
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my ha-ands
It`s just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God`s precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
It`s just an
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