 They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me, a night I'm almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open, but there'll be Christmas just the same
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
There's a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson's store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
Too young for understandin' what it means to be so poor
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
Little Linda ain't no baby, hell she turns thirtee-een in April
She's been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life
She's old enough to realise that it ain't never comin'
I'd damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy's knife
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Just odds and ends I fashioned with my hear-eart and with my ha-ands
It's just another ho-omemade Christmas i-in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love, God's precious gi-ift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
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