Christmas in Southgate - Ry Cooder

Well, you got no credit and I got no cash

Now that bonus they give us was nothing but trash

You been laid off at Goodyear, I been laid off at Hughes

It looks like a bad year, there just ain’t no use

'Cause it’s Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend

I ain’t never been much of a churchgoing man

But I’d even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin

If Jesus and Santa Claus ever get back down to Southgate again

Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall

Says, We’re sorry, Buddy, but we can’t place your call

'Cause Jesus don’t answer, Santa ain’t got back yet

What’s a poor old Red Cat got a right to expect?

So I called up my banker to ask for a loan

Said, It’s Christmas Eve, Buddy, there ain’t no one home

Then I called up my preacher and he said, We’re through

What the heck is a poor old Red Cat gonna do?

Now I’d work any job just to clear a day’s pay

Except for being President of the old USA

Now that’s dirty work, Lefty, no future, it’s true

I’d rather drink up my last nickel with you

Well it’s Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend

I ain’t never been much of a churchgoin' man

But I’d even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin

If Jesus and Santa Claus ever come back down to Southgate again