Walter P. Hilliard - A Smokey Christmas Lyrics

Broken lights and whiskey yells no charades
Old hands wringing sweat from decades
Puff of tobacco chorus in the night
Mennonite Christmas ain't no silent night
Bingham Hall singin' with a croak
Ashtray angels in a holy smoke
Kids run wild raised on sweet tea and cake
Lungs fill up with dreams we can't shake
Crank up the country and the smoke gets thick
Cigarettes dancin' in fingers all slick
This ain't no tale from the good book's call
It's a smoky Christmas down in Bingham Hall
Granny's apron ain't white no more
Yellow stains from the smoky war
Old men puff by the firelight glow
Heaven might wait but tonight we'll blow
Kids chase shadows through a foggy maze
Christmas so dirty but no one dares to praise
Eyes stingin' from the winter's night
Lost in the haze of the neon light
Crank up the country and the smoke gets thick
Cigarettes dancin' in fingers all slick
This ain't no tale from the good book's call
It's a smoky Christmas down in Bingham Hall
Grandpa done brought a pinata up to Bingham
It was all fun and games 'til a kid swung a bat and hit Uncle Noah in the nuts
Then the time arrived, for Santa Claus
But on his way to his chair he slipped and fell
Damn
Santa had enough Eggnog
Hey
Where's Sylvanias
He's out back makin' yella' snow
Crank up the country and the smoke gets thick
Cigarettes dancin' in fingers all slick
This ain't no tale from the good book's call
It's a smoky Christmas down in Bingham Hall
Crank up the country
Down in Bingham Hall
Well the time came for us all to go home
Ladies with the bonnets were the last to go
Men stood outside for hours in the freezin' cold
Talkin' tractors to the glow of seven cigarettes
Even outside the smoke hung in a haze
As we left Bingham Hall behind
Crank up the country and the smoke gets thick
Cigarettes dancin' in fingers all slick
This ain't no tale from the good book's call
It's a smoky Christmas down in Bingham Hall
Down in Bingham Hall