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Santa's Got My Work Boots On

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[Verse 1] I got home late from the loading yard With red dust on my sleeves A borrowed coat was on the sofa And a cotton beard for me I stuffed a pillow in the middle The hat kept sliding to my eyes I could fool the living-room lamp If I stood just to the right [Pre-Chorus] I checked the sack, I checked the beard Forgot the boots I'd worn all year [Chorus] Santa's got my work boots on Scuffed-up toes and laces long He can make a grand entrance But he can't hide where he's been One small gift and a crooked hat A belly made of sofa fluff Santa's got my work boots on And that is Christmas enough [Verse 2] I stepped around the hallway corner Like I knew the North Pole well My boy was waiting by the tree He noticed every muddy welt He looked from me down to the laces Then back up at the paper sack He grinned and held the curtain open So Santa could get out the back [Chorus] Santa's got my work boots on Scuffed-up toes and laces long He can make a grand entrance But he can't hide where he's been One small gift and a crooked hat A belly made of sofa fluff Santa's got my work boots on And that is Christmas enough [Instrumental - piano and fiddle, eight bars] [Bridge] Later he set those boots beside me While the coat hung by the door He said, next year wear softer shoes I said, I'll see what I can do [Final Chorus] Santa's got my work boots on Scuffed-up toes and laces long He can make a grand entrance But he can't hide where he's been One small gift and a crooked hat A belly made of sofa fluff Santa's got my work boots on And that is Christmas enough [Outro] I left the beard beside the boots For whoever plays him next year.