It's So Close to Christmas (And I Am So Far From Home) Songtext
von The Bellamy Brothers

Mistletoe fell on my nose, a tear rolled down my cheek
And I′ve been on a two-month tour for almost forty weeks
Well, it ain't the shows that get to me, or even bein′ alone
But, it's so close to Christmas, and I'm so far from home

There′s Santa Claus on every block, there′s winter in the skies
There's pretty girls with packages, and toys in children′s eyes
There's spirit, and there′s atmosphere, from New Orleans to Rome
And, it's so close to Christmas, and I′m so far from home


Lord, this roadside music show, that just goes on and on
When, it's so close to Christmas, and I'm so far from home

So, I′ll make you happy Christmas Day, I′ll sing 'em soft and warm
But all the while I′m singin', my mind′s down on the farm
With momma's homemade Christmas meal and daddy′s drunken song
'Cause, it's so close to Christmas, and I′m so far from home

Lord, this roadside music show, that just goes on and on
When, it′s so close to Christmas, and I'm so far from home
It′s so close to Christmas, and I'm so far from home