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Lyrics:
just the other day i was walking into town
to get some smokes and bread
when i passed a man in a garbage can and
what do you think he said?
"hey there mister you seem so familiar but
i can't quite reckon where
do you hop freight trains and hang around in maine
and smell like a garbage pail?"
well i said to the man why don't you take my hand
and i'll take you on a ride
we can walk cross-country like joe caribeau
and take our lives in stride
with a nod and a wink we were off in a blink
towards a coffee diner in town
called the "brown soul squat" they made their
coffee hot and coloured rusty brown
we stepped inside but to our surprise
not a single soul to be seen
with a turn and a kiss i was gone in a piss
to the swordfishraindogmachine
have yourself a merry little christmas
let your heart be gritty like mine
from now on i'll be on the street corner guzzling wine
have yourself a merry little christmas
while i am riding rails
hopping trains eating beans and other hobo tales
here we are as in olden days
happy golden days of yore
faithful friends who are dear to us
gather near to us once more
through the years
we will all be together,
if the fates allow
hang a shining tin can on the highest bough
and have yourself A merry little christmas now