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S. Weisberg (c) 1975 Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains. All of the good gifts given today; Ours is the sky and the wide open range. Back in the cities, they have different ways, Football and eggnog and Christmas parades. I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins; Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night; The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights. The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray; Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains. It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains. So many gifts have been opened today; Ours is the sky and the wide open range. It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.
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