The Ghost of Christmas (Hank Williams - 1960)

(Verse 1) Way over in London, in the fog and the rain Old Charlie Dickens was a-feeling the pain He looked at the poor folk and the debt on the shelf And he sat down to write a little song for himself He dipped his old pen in a bottle of blue And he dreamed up a sinner, through and through. (Chorus) Oh, Scrooge was a drifter on a cold, lonely road With a heart like a mountain and a heavy old load He didn't love Jesus, he didn't love man He clutched every nickel in his bony old hand But the ghosts are a-coming, hear 'em rattle the chain To wash all the frost from a miser's cold brain. (Verse 2) The first ghost was white like the Alabama mist Showed him the childhood and the girls that he missed The second ghost sat on a throne made of meat While Tiny Tim shivered on a cold city street Old Hank knows the feeling of a soul gone astray When you’re walking in darkness at the end of the day. (Verse 3) Then came the shadow, didn't say not a word The lonesomest silence that I ever heard It pointed a finger at a stone in the weeds The harvest he reaped from his own wicked seeds Scrooge started crying, "Lord, I’ve seen the light! Don't leave me out here in the middle of the night!" (Chorus) Oh, Scrooge was a drifter on a cold, lonely road With a heart like a mountain and a heavy old load He didn't love Jesus, he didn't love man He clutched every nickel in his bony old hand But the ghosts are a-coming, hear 'em rattle the chain To wash all the frost from a miser's cold brain. (Outro) Now he’s buying the turkey, he’s a-ringing the bell He’s saved his poor soul from a cold, lonely hell So God bless us all, even misers like me... I'm so lonesome I could cry... Merry Christmas, from Hank.