Coming Home For Christmas [feat LOWOOD]

by New Moscow

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released 15 November 2009

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tags: alternative singer-songwriter alt. country folk pop

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Track Name: Coming Home For Christmas
Little brother lives in massachusetts
Older brother married pretty face
Little sister lookin far too skinny
New York City took away her grace

I miss em all now that's for sure
I cant begin to tell
Now we're going home again

We're coming home for christmas time this year
It will be like no time's past
We're comming home for christmas time this year
Gonna make all good things last
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
We're coming home for christmas day

I heard my first love turned to halleluja
Good ol' lord has got a perfect date
Mom and dad just got a brand new Hyundai
In their backyard sleep our chevrolet
I miss em all now that's for sure
I cant begin to tell
Now we're going home again

We're coming home for christmas time this year
It will be like no time's past
We're comming home for christmas time this year
Gonna make all good things last
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
We're coming home for christmas day

I think our uncle bobby lives alone now
Hangin loose just take it day by day
Cause since his wife left him for uncle Ronan
He drives around and pumpin Grateful Dead

I miss em all now that's for sure
I cant begin to tell
Now we're going home again

We're coming home for christmas time this year
It will be like no time's past
We're comming home for christmas time this year
Gonna make all good things last
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
We're coming home for christmas day
Track Name: Christmas In Prison [feat ANNA SAHLSTEN]
It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I don't dream
Her name's on my tongue
And her blood's in my stream.

Wait awhile eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me, now
We're rolling
My sweetheart
We're flowing
By God!

She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
Her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
And she's sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale.

The search light in the big yard
Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison
There'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick
I love you. Goodnight.