1.A Great Big Sled
Lyricist：Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer,
Ronnie Jr. Vannucci
This snowman is shaping up to be an eight but not out of ten
The robots awake to find that they've been taped down
Wondering when they break though these chains
But little boys have action toys for brains
I'm living proof, it can last a long time, now the girls up
The street are innocent and sweet while their all in bed
They got their makeup and dreams of wonderland
Sprinkled inside their heads soon they will change
But tonight Hollywood hills never seem so strange
Their mothers pray it will last a long time
I wanna roll around like a kid in the snow
I wanna relearn what I already know
Just let me take flight dressed in red
Through the night on a great big sled
I wanna wish you merry Christmas
Ho, ho, ho
Now the boys are all grown up
And there working their fingers to the bone
They go around chasing them girls on the weekend
You know they still can't be alone
I've been raking my brain
With thoughts of peace and love
How on earth did we get so mixed up
I pray to God, it don't last a long time
I wanna roll around like a kid in the snow
I wanna relearn what I already know
Just let me take flight dressed in red
Through the night on a great big sled
I hear the sound of bells
There's something on the roof
I wonder what this night will bring
I wanna roll around like a kid in the snow
I wanna relearn what I already know
Just let me take flight dressed in red
Through the night on a great big sled
I wanna wish you merry Christmas
Can't do that
I wanna wish you merry Christmas
Can't do that
2.Don't Shoot Me Santa
Lyricist：Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer,
Ronnie Vannucci
Oh, Santa
I've been waiting on you
That's funny kid
Because I've been coming for you
Oh, Santa
I've been killing just for fun
Well, the party is over kid
Because I, because I got a bullet in my gun
A bullet in your what
(Santa's got a bullet in his gun, you know it)
(Santa's got a bullet in his gun)
Don't shoot me Santa Clause
I've been a clean living boy
I promise you, did every little thing you ask me to
I can't believe the things I'm going through
Don't shoot me Santa Clause
No one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
Oh, Santa
It's been a real hard year
There just ain't no getting around this
Life is hard but look at me I turned out alright
Hey, Santa
Why don't we talk about it, work it out
Believe me, this ain't what I wanted
I love all you kids, you know that, hell
I remember when you were just 10 years old
Playing out in the desert
Just waiting for a sip of that
Sweet Mojave rain
In the sweet Mojave rain
The boy was on his own
Don't shoot me Santa Clause
I've been a clean living boy
I promise you, did every little thing you ask me to
I can't believe the things I'm going through
Hey, Santa Clause
No one else around believes me
But the children on the block they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
They had it coming, so, why can't you see
I couldn't turn my check no longer
The sun is going down and Christmas is near
Just look the other way and I'll disappear forever
Don't shoot me Santa Clause
No one else around believes me
But the children on the street they tease me
I couldn't let them off that easy
Believe me Santa, Santa
3.Boots
Lyricist：Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer,
Jr., Ronnie Vannucci
No more trouble
In this town
Silent night
For a change
Brand new year
Coming up ahead
You know it's been so long
Since I rang one in
I close my eyes
Think about the path I took
Just when I think these times
Have gotten the best of me
I can see my mother in the kitchen
My father on the floor
Watching television
It's a wonderful life
Cinnamon candles burning
Snowball fights outside
Smile below each nose
And above each chin
Stomp my boots before I go back in
I wasted my wishes
On Saturday nights
Boy, what I would give
For just one more
I'd soften my heart
Shock the world
Do you hear my voice？
Do you know my name？
Light my way
Lift my head, light my way
I can see my mother in the kitchen
My father on the floor
Watching television
It's a wonderful life
Cinnamon candles burning
Snowball fights outside
Smile below each nose
And above each chin
Family all together
Presents piled high
Frost on all the windows
What a wonderful night
Cinnamon candles burning
Snowball fights outside
Smile below each nose
And above each chin
So happy they found me
Love was all around me
Stomp my boots before I go back in
4.Joseph, Better You Than Me
Lyricist：Brandon Flowers, Elton John, Neil Francis Tennant
Well, your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph
Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph？
There's a pale moonshine above you
Do you see both sides？ Do they shove you around？
Is the touchstone forcing you to hide, Joseph？
Are the rumors eating you alive, Joseph？
When the holy night is upon you
Will you do what's right, the position is yours
From the temple walls to the New York night
Our decisions rest on a child
When she took her stand did she hold your hand？
Will your faith stand still or run away, run away？
When they've driven you so far that you think you're gonna drop
Do you wish you were back there at the carpenter shop？
With the plane and the lathe, the work never drove you mad
You're a maker, a creator, not just somebody's dad
From the temple walls to the New York night
Our decisions rest on a man
When I take the stand will he hold my hand？
Will my faith stand still or run away, run away？
And the desert, it's a hell of a place to find heaven
Forty years lost in the wilderness looking for God
And you climb to the top of the mountain
Looking down on the city where you were born
All the years since you left gave you time to sit back and
reflect
Better you than me, better you than me
Better you than me, yes
When the holy night is upon you
Better you, better you
Do you see both sides？ Do they shove you around？
Better you than me, Joseph
Better than you than me, better you than me
Joseph, Joseph, Joseph, Joseph
Than me, better you than me
Better you, better you, better you than me
Well, your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph
5.¡Happy Birthday Guadalupe!
(Ouch!)
Well I woke up Christmas morning and what did I see？
I saw a lovely señorita looking back at me
Named Guadalupe, with big brown eyes
Boy what did you do this time？
Made my excuses and a beeline for the bedroom door
She was beggin' and a-pleadin', screamin', 'Por favor,
Mi cumpleaños, stay with me,
Baby it's cold outside'
We are livin' in a difficult time
We've been walkin' down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it's Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
(Our time will come)
(We both hold on)
She gave me coffee and tortillas to console my head
Prepared the slippers on my feet before she made our bed
And blew the candles from her favourite cake
And we kissed beneath the mistletoe
I pulled her body close to mine and I had just one chance
I whispered, 'Baby will you marry me for just one dance？'
Infatuation, the things you say
I got scared and I left that night
'Cause we are livin' in a difficult time
We've been walking down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it's Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
Deck the halls with rosaries
Wish upon a Christmas tree
Silent night please come to me
Bearing gifts from my... my Mexican angel
At night I wake up cold and lonely, burstin' at the seams
She haunts the early morning hours of December dreams
My Guadalupe, with big brown eyes
I wanna break the spell tonight
'Cause we are livin' in a difficult time
We've been walkin' down a difficult line
Put your feet up baby, it's Christmas time
Cumpleaños feliz
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
Happy Birthday Guadalupe
6.The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
Boy i've been on the ladder
Where the trick waters flow
Where the cattle are a grazing
And the spanish ponies grow
Where the northerns come on whistling
From behind the neutral strip
And the prairie dogs are sneezing
As if they had 'the grip'
But the coyotes come a howling
'round the ranches after dark
And the mocking-birds are singin'
To the lovely 'medder lark'
Where the big hoards are grazing
And the lonely lovers talk
It was there that i intended
The cowboys' christmas spot
The boys have left the ranches
And come to town in piles
The ladies--'kinder scatterin''
Had gathered in for miles
The room was togged out gorgeous
With mistletoe and shawls
And candles flickered frescoes,
Around the airy walls
The 'wimmin folks' looked lovely
The boys looked kinder treed
Till the leader got to yelling
Hey fellows lets stampede
And the music started sighin',
An' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction
To the cowboy's christmas ball
Their leader was a fellow
That came from swenson's ranch
They called him windy billy
From little dead man's ranch
His rig was 'kinder keerless,'
He had the reputation
That comes when 'fellers shoots'
His voice was like a bugle
Upon the mountain's height
His feet were animated
In a mighty movin' sight
When he commenced to holler,
Neow, fellers stake your pen!
Lock horns ter all them heifers,
And wrestle 'em like men
Saloot yer lovely critters;
Now swing and let 'em go
Climb the grape vine
'Round 'em--all hands do-ce-do!
You mavericks, jine the round-up
Jest skip her waterfall
Hit was gettin' happy,
The cowboys' christmas ball!
Don't tell me 'bout cotillions,
Or germans. No sire 'ee!
That whirl at anson city
Just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's,
Of them i've had my fill
Give me a frontier break-down,
Backed up by windy bill
Where gals aren't no where
Where the windy leafs are shown
I've seen all the hardness
And so i saw them all
Oh, bill, i sha'n't forget yer,
And i'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray
The cowboys' christmas ball.
Oh, bill, i sha'n't forget yer,
And i'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray
The cowboys' christmas ball.
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