Come On Home

There'll be no mistletoe for me
No presents 'neath the tree
My fireplace is colder than the snow
Keep my well-wishings to myself
I'll drink to joy and I won't drink to health
And Santa's sleigh ain't slowing down for me
No candy cane, no snowball fights
Tell the turtle doves to take a hike
If you don't come home
To the city

There'll be no joy to the world
Just shitty bars and party girls
And you can shoot that dang partridge out the pear tree
I'll send the carolers away
On the eve of Christmas day
You can
Tеll old Bing he can stick it in his Crosby

No snowy streets, no peace on еarth
Won't you tell me what all that trouble's worth
And just come on home
To the city

And I'll wallow around
In the hard liquor crowd (?)
Dreaming of you
And when we were to---gether
See those desert palms yeah they can wait
And it's hot as hell for goodness sake
Just come on home
To the city

Cause I'm waiting for you
Know that I'll be waiting for you
Cause I'll be waiting for you
Know that I'll be waiting for you

I'll change the line (?) I take it back
Cause me and Santa we done had a chat
So just come on home
To the city