Christmas South Of Nowhere

There's a blacktop ribbon underneath the moon Three old Harleys gonna roll in soon Snow ain't falling, just the desert sand And a plastic Santa's missing half a hand There's a chopped-down Chevy by the neon sign Red lights blinking like a warning line Black leather angels at the end of the bar Celebrating Christmas where the lost things are No silver bells, no mistletoe Just a jukebox humming soft and low Then somebody grins and plugs her in— And that dirty old guitar begins It's Christmas south of nowhere Where the highway lost its name Black tree with little red hearts Dancing in the neon flame Raise your glass to the drifters To the ones still rolling through We ain't got snow for Christmas But we got the Christmas blues There's a wreath tied crooked to a motorcycle Candy cane hanging from the clutch cable Bartender's wearing an old red hat Over black Ray-Bans—imagine that Somebody brought a fruitcake nobody'll eat So it's holding up the jukebox on one broken feet And outside underneath that desert sky Eight chrome reindeer would probably pass us by No choir singing, no church bell sound Just a bass guitar shaking the bottles around Kick that snare and let that six-string loose Christmas Eve got nothing left to lose It's Christmas south of nowhere Where the highway lost its name Black tree with little red hearts Dancing in the neon flame Raise your glass to the drifters To the ones still rolling through We ain't got snow for Christmas But we got the Christmas blues Somewhere they're singing peace on Earth Under trees worth half a month's worth Out here peace is a vacant stool And nobody asking where you've been It's Christmas south of nowhere Fire that old V-twin Put another log on nothing We ain't got a fireplace in Raise your glass to the drifters Every bastard passing through Merry Christmas from nowhere— And a loud HO-HO-HO to you! Jingle bells over a filthy blues guitar riff Black tree... Red hearts... Cold beer... Hot starts... Merry Christmas, baby.