Master Number: 10500

Title: ANA10500 Santa's Whiskey

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Date Of Creation: 2016-06-08

Active: Yes

Public: No

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Genres:
christmas, folk, holiday, indie, and singer-songwriter


Keywords:
acoustic/unplugged, christmas, groovy, indie, and light


Lyrical Themes:
alcohol, authenticity, christmas, drinking, faith, family, holiday, love, missing a loved one, and missing you


Tempo:
Midtempo


Vocal Type:
male


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  2. Instrumental
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    • 320k MP3
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Description: Missing someone around the holidays

Lyrics: SANTA'S WHISKEY We'd pile in the minivan Five little soldiers following command Two-hundred and fifty miles to go East Pennsylvania roads, and Christmas snow I'd spy this, and you'd spy that The 'Alphabet Game' will take you back To a place where it's all pretend And I still here our voices shouting "There's the city coming around the bend" Now I remember everything The red race car that you gave to me Candy from the pharmacy My old toy gun, a cowboy dream And dancing in the kitchen while you sing But ever since you left us We miss you everyday Especially on Christmas 'Cause it will never be the same It feels like it was yesterday you were sitting right here with me So tonight I'm getting drunk on Santa's whiskey I'd run into that old white house On Amherst Ave, and all throughout There were unspoken mysteries Water damaged photographs And boxes full of ancient memories Then all your friends would just drop by To say hello, and see the guy Whose laugh could light up any room Reminisce the recent past with stories that could last all afternoon You said I do for fifty-two A love so true that it didn't move Until Jesus took her breath away And after mass on Saturday You'd bring her favorite flowers to her grave We do our best to move along Like a note without a song And I can't believe your gone 'Cause I could swear your near When the Christmas lights come on

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Created by: Liz Rogers

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