Ridin' Home on Christmas Eve
I'm riding' home on Christmas Eve
Rolling along with a tumble weed
Winter wind, cold and strong
Still it pushes me along
And wings a song on coming song
On Christmas Eve as a rightful home
On Christmas Eve
The say the beast, Christmas Eve
Can't even speak, so they believe
I know I heard in an old coyote's throat
A trembling sound lonesome note
Calls me home, Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
As a rightful home
On Christmas Eve
Yes it alls me home on Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve
As a rightful home
On Christmas Eve
And it calls me home
On Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve
A rightful home
On Christmas Eve
Writer/s: Douglas B Green
