If I'd had the good sense to stop there (as I
did in the recording) things would've been just fine. It's an honest, moving
ballad, right? But then a whimsical mood hit me, and I share with you
now this unrecorded 3rd verse:
Got myself a Christmas puppy
So I wouldn't have to be alone
Some jerk stole him outta my back yard -
Coaxed him right out with a bone.
The truck's breaks went out, and I ran over
My only, bestest friend
Lost my job, train killed my girl, got myself drunk,
Sat me down and broke this pen!
Another Christmas in Los Angeles
Wish those Angels wouldn't try to sing
People here say 'Happy Chanukka' -
To me, their words don't mean a thing,
They're sellin' broken old manoras
Well, you get the idea... So now I have an offical
Country song, complete with Momma, The Train, a dog, a truck, a lost love...
No anti-Semetic intentions in these lyrics, just a little humor I thought
I'd share with y'all...