Colored lights strung on palm trees Not a Douglas or Colorado blue Smathers beach filled with strangers downing a rum or two Whiskey for the weirdos at Sloppy Joe's You're Irish at Kevin's, I suppose Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah It's a hell of a time Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Though I can't stop feeling like I am missing mine Sixteen hundred miles from what I call home Sure there is booze and broads, But not a log on the fire, smoke going higher Watching the snow touch down Like the Lions of my hometown Christmas in Key West Not a snowflake in sight Music blaring all through the night Sixteen hundred miles from home Surrounded by strangers Never been so alone The carolers can hardly stand Slurring Silent Night in this tropical land Yeah it's gotta be pretty great But it's nothing like the ice over the lake Momma's voice cracked on the phone She says I miss ya and wish you'd come home Yeah so do I, Maaa but I'll be stuck here working til the 4th of July Christmas in Key West Not a snowflake in sight Music blaring all through the night Sixteen hundred miles from home Surrounded by strangers Never been so alone Gotta find my way home Away from all the palm trees Pining for those brisk cold nights Anywhere where family is, Is what I like
