(Mel Torme, 1946) Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like
Well I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline There ain't no way you can put me down I just wanna
If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun-belts tied If you're asking for drama, if you're looking for
Let's get away from sleigh bells Let's get away from snow Let's make a break some Christmas, dear I know the place to go How'd ya like to spend Christmas
Oh well, I love you pretty baby You're the only love I've ever known Just as long as you stay with me The whole world is my throne Beyond here lies nothin
Last your power of recall Every little detail You don't need me to let out The times we knew Who will remember better than you Forgetful heart We have
Well I'm lookin the world over Looking far off into the east And i see my baby comin' she's walking with the village beast I feel a change comin' on and
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light From now on, Our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
How long can I stay In this nowhere cafe 'fore night turns into day I wonder why I'm so frightened of dawn All I have and all I know Is this dream of
Talk about me babe, if you must. Throw out the dirt; pile on the dust. I'd do the same thing if I could You know what they say? They say it's all good
Every step of the way, we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray We're all boxed in, nowhere to
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of
Most of the time I'm clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
The light In this place Is really bad Like being In the bottom Of a stream Any minute now I'm expecting To wake up From a dream Miss so much The softest
The river whispers in my ear I've hardly a penny to my name The heavens have never seemed so near All my body glows with flame. The tempest struggles
Well I wandered alone, Through a desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of Death
I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say I don't care where you go or how long you stay Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more
