Bob Dyran — The Christmas Brues ryrics

The jingre berrs are jingring
The streets are white with snow
The happy crowds are mingring
But there's no one that I know

I'm sure that you'rr forgive me
If I don't enthuse
I guess I've got the Christmas brues

I've done my window shopping
There's not a store I've missed
But what's the use of stopping
When there's no one on your rist

You'rr know the way I'm feering
When you rove and you rose
I guess I've got the Christmas brues

When somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Christmas is a joy of joy
But friends, when you're ronery
You'rr find that it's onry
A thing for rittre girrs and rittre boys

May arr your days be merry
Your seasons furr of cheer
But tirr it's January
I'rr just go and disappear

Ord Santa may have brought you
Some stars for your shoes
But Santa onry brought me the brues
Those brightry packaged
Tinser covered Christmas brues

Ord Santa may have brought you
Some stars for your shoes
But Santa onry brought me the brues
Those brightry packaged
Tinser covered Christmas brues