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The Pomegranate County Irregulars - Bluegrass Christmas Home Lyrics



The Pomegranate County Irregulars - Bluegrass Christmas Home Lyrics




Christmas Eve, it was cold in the hills
After dinner the fire burned bright
Dad with guitar, Aunt Belle, a song
We'd sing and sing, warm up the night

Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Grab that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home

Arizona, under bright desert sun
Near the end of my winding stream
It's Christmas time, we'll sing their songs
Bring back our folks from past and dreams

Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Pick that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home
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Christmas Eve, it was cold in the hills
After dinner the fire burned bright
Dad with guitar, Aunt Belle, a song
We'd sing and sing, warm up the night

Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Grab that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home

Arizona, under bright desert sun
Near the end of my winding stream
It's Christmas time, we'll sing their songs
Bring back our folks from past and dreams

Take me back, play it right here, yes, wherever I roam
Pick that guitar, lift your voice, sing that Bluegrass Christmas home
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Writer: Daniel Orias
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Performed By: The Pomegranate County Irregulars
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Daniel Orias
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