Blind Arthur Blake Lyrics
Lonesome Christmas Blues Lyrics
This is December, the last month of the year
This is December, the last month of the year
Twenty-fourth day and Christmas is almost here
Last Christmas mornin' I was standin' in the jailhouse cell
Last Christmas mornin' I was standin' in the jailhouse cell
And this Christmas I'm sick and can't get well
I'm lying in my bed watching the snow-flakes fall
I'm lying in my bed watching the snow-flakes fall
Worried in mind 'cause I ain't got no baby at all
