ALREADY GONE

 

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

My name's Mike and I'm a big boy
February I'll be eight
Got this puppy I take care of
And when he's good I let him stay up late

Mama works at baggin' groceries
Down at Grady's grocery store
Papa works at loading trailers
He don't work down there no more

Chorus-
I don't want no bike to ride
I don't want no jungle gym 
Want my Papa home for Christmas
I just want to hold his hand 

Sometimes Papa he plays Army
Just like I do now and then
Packs his bags and gets a haircut
Couple days he's home again

Something happened strange last summer
Mama cried for days on end 
Said Papa going to be a soldier
This time boy, it's not pretend

I don't want no bike to ride…

Late last night my doorbell's ringing
Mama moved so awful slow
A feller gave my Mom a letter
Shook her hand and turned to go

She place the letter on the table
How my Mama trembled so
I never was too much on read'n
But that don't mean that I don't know

I don't want no bike to ride…

I don't want no bike to ride
I don't want to understand
Want my Papa home for Christmas
I just want to hold his hand

My name's Mike and I'm a big boy…