Don Edwards - The Christmas Trail
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| Band name | Don Edwards |
| Song name | The Christmas Trail |
| Tab type | Guitar tab |
| Added | 05/11/2008 |
| Size | 1.76 kb |
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Written by; Charles "Badger" Clark Don Edwards put this one to music. The Christmas Trail; 4/4 (C) The wind is blowin cold down the moun (F) tain tips of (C) snow And lyin 'cross the ranges brown and (G) dead It's (C) cryin through the valley trees that (F) wear the mistle (C) toe And mournin with the gray (G) clouds over (C) head Yet it's (F) sweet with the (G) beat of my (C) little horses (Am) feet And I (F) whistle like the (G) air is warm and (C) blue For I'm (F) ridin up the christ (G) mas trail to (C) you old (Am) folks I'm (F) ridin up the christ (G) mas trail to (C) you Oh maybe it was good when the whinny of the spring Had wheeled me to hopin of the bars And livin in the shadow of a sailin buzzards wing And sleepin underneath a roof of stars But the bright campfire light only dances for a night While the home fire burns forever clear and true So round the year I circle back to you old folks Round the rovin year I circle back to you Oh maybe it was good at the roundup in the fall When the clouds of bawlin dust before us ran And the pride of rope and saddle was the drivin of us all To a stretch of nerve and muscle man to man But the pride sorta died when the man got weary eyed Was a sleepy boy who rode the night guard through And he dreamed himself along a trail to you old folks Dreamed himself along a happy trail to you The coyotes winter howl cuts the dusk behind the hill And the ranch's shinnin window I can see And though I don't deserve it and I reckon never will There'll be room beside the fire kept for me Skimp my plate cause I'm late, let me hit the old home gate Cause I'm growin kinda tired of the new So I'm ridin up the christmas trail to you old folks I'm ridin up the christmas trail to you