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Amy Grant, Gary Chapman (c) 1983 Come on, weather man, give us a forecast snowy white Can't you hear the prayers of every childlike heart tonight Rockies are calling, Denver snow falling Somebody said it's four feet deep But it doesn't matter, give me the laughter I'm gonna choose to keep. Another tender Tennessee Christmas The only Christmas for me Where the love circles around us Like the gifts around our tree Well, I know there's more snow up in Colorado Than my roof will ever see But a tender Tennessee Christmas is the only Christmas for me. Every now and then I get a wandering urge to see Maybe California, maybe Tinsel Town's for me There's a parade there, we'd have it made there Bring home a tan for New Year's Eve Sure sounds inviting, awfully exciting Still I think I'm gonna keep. Another tender Tennessee Christmas The only Christmas for me Where the love circles around us Like the gifts around our tree Well, they say in L.A. it's a warm holiday It's the only place to be But a tender Tennessee Christmas is the only Christmas for me.
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