This Ain't New Jersey Songtext
von Smith & Burrows

I ain′t laughing
I didn't hear the joke anyway
I got my fingers on the windows
As the snow makes this a prison
Tomorrow will be Christmas day

I took you drinkin′
To say the things that I needed to say
You drank me under the table,
Like you always do
The radio just plays away

[Chorus]
Those same old songs
Every single year
We drink, we sing
And I forget the things that I need to hear


And we argue
As the snow seals us in for the night
You say 'Santa Claus is coming,
But I don't care what the sun says,
That′s never gonna serve by right′

And this ain't New Jersey
Father Christmas is coming to town
You throw your drink at my face
Throw that look in my direction
And the radio plays on and on

[Chorus]
And those same old songs
Every single year
We drink, we sing
On the state we′re in
But it's Christmas my dear

And walking with the roads
As the barman grids his teeth
He′s praying that the storm will ease up over us
Then he knows he shouldn't drive
He′d be sleeping in his car
That just ain't no good


The floorboards of the pub
Ain't just buckled with our love
′Cuz when we fight, I love you more
Like your favorite film
It′s a wonderfull life
You've seen it a hundred times

But you don′t get bored
You don't get bored
You don′t get bored

Eleven thirty,
Christmas 'eve turning into Christmas day
I ask you how you′re feeling
You answer "I'm aging and remember what I need to say"
Like Jimmy Steward in the film that you hold so dear

I may have had a bit to drink
I may have done some dumb things
But I'm glad the storm has trapped me here
With you

And walking with the roads
As the barman grids his teeth
He′s praying that the storm will ease up over us
Then he knows he shouldn′t drive
He'd be sleeping in his car
That just ain′t no good

The floorboards of the pub
Ain't just buckled with our love
′Cuz when we fight I love you more
Like your favorite film
It's a wonderfull life
You′ve seen it a thousand times

But you don't get bored
You don't get bored
No, you don′t get bored

Still those same old songs
Fill the air
We drink, we sing
On the state we′re in
If it leads to another year