Kentucky Homemade Christmas - Kenny Rogers

They shut down the mine last summer, we’re gettin' by on welfare

It’s Christmas Eve, I’m walkin' home, not a dollar to my name

Night is almost on me, a night I’m almost dreading

No store bought gifts to open, but there’ll be Christmas just the same.

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above

Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.

There’s a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle

Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson’s store

My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window

Too young for understandin' what it means to be so poor.

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above

Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.

Little Linda ain’t no baby, hell she turns thirteen in April

She’s been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life

She’s old enough to realize that it ain’t never comin'

I’d damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy’s knife.

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Just odds and ends I fashioned with my heart and with my hands

It’s just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky

Our fine and fancy homemade love, God’s precious gift from up above

Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man.