Christmas In Vidor - Rodney Crowell, Mary Karr

It’s Christmas in Vidor, eighty-eight degrees

The taco stand’s padlocked, Spanish moss hangin' from the trees

Flip-flops stickin' to an asphalt road

The whole damn town is decorated to implode

My lawnmower dies with a cough and a moan

Ain’t nothin' around here you’d wanna stick a bow on

How’d I wind up down here, you might ask

For that story, brother, you’re gonna have to pony up cash

I planned to leave with a man dressed up like the president

But he got him a union card, we never went

Pipe fittin' wasn’t no fun

So he got him a bass boat and he got him a gun

He got me a duplex, he got me some kids

We was gonna go to AstroWorld but we never did

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Ain’t it a bitch?

It’s Christmas in Vidor

itch

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Nowhere to go

It’s Christmas in Vidor

That’s ash, that ain’t snow

I won’t build no snowman, won’t drink no nog

Just wander around in a bayou fog

Take out the turkey, lay down the grub

Fix my face, do the dishes, throw the kids in the tub

Spend the late night standin' inside the fridge door

Bathed in the green light and hungry for more

Back door’s wide open;

here’s what I know

The end of that driveway is as far as I’ll go

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Eighty-eight degrees

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Oh, Jesus, please

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Leave me alone

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Just bein' here’s gone

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Can’t pay the bills

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Just pop a few pills

It’s Christmas in Vidor

My baby girl’s due

It’s Christmas in Vidor

Hope it don’t look like you

I’ll wear the school colors, I’ll go to the game

I’ll take the prom pictures;

don’t they all look the same?

Come Christmas in Vidor this time next year

I’ll be hopped up and propped up on Prozac and beer