Lyrics

There’s just five days ‘til Christmas, you’re
a thousand miles from home
Five days ‘til Christmas, I can’t get you on the phone
Five days ‘til Christmas, I guess I’ll be alone
Not to see your face just chills me to the bone

I just don’t know what happened, all those months ago
I was working at the Long Room,
you were travellin’ to a show
With crazy Ann McKinlay, I was drinking shots all night
And the Thompson boys were spoilin’ for a fight

There’s just five days ‘til Christmas…

The next thing I remember, Old McKinlay’s at the door
The Thompson boys were pointing,
my head just hit the floor
Crazy Ann is naked, she is screaming in my face
I dunno how I became the town disgrace

There’s just five days ‘til Christmas…..

And now you’re on a tour that never ends
Come home babe and let me make amends

I hear the record playing, and your voice
sounds mighty sweet
I hope the shows are selling,
and the band just works a treat
I guess you’re finding comfort,
in the guitar player’s arms
I’m a stupid man but I never meant you harm

There’s just five days ‘til Christmas, you’re
a thousand miles from home
Five days ‘til Christmas,
I can’t get you on the phone
Five days ‘til Christmas,
I guess I’ll be alone
Not to see your face just
chills me to the bone