Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,
Drivin’ the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
All of the good gifts given today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
Back in the cities, they have diff’rent ways,
Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.
I’ll take the blanket; I’ll take the reins;
Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains.
A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;
The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights,
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;
Christmas for cowboys and the wide open range.
It’s tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,
Drivin’ the cattle on the snow-covered plains.
So many gifts have been opened today;
Ours is the sky and the wide open range,
It’s Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains.