Home For Texas Christmas

The snowflakes fall in a river painting white the western plains

I'm counting miles and counting minutes through the misty windowpane

My pickup's running on a prayer and every detour just adds time

But I'm bound to make it home to you whose jingle bells will chime

Had a flat outside of Waco, in the shadow of the pines

Santa's sleigh could make it faster, but these old wheels will tow the line

I called you from a diner with a neon buzz so bright

I'd crawl on hands and knees to make it home by Christmas night

I'm coming home for Christmas through the Texas winter breeze

From the High Plains to the Gulf Shore, I'm fighting through with ease