The Night Before Christmas (In Texas, That Is) (with The Cass County Boys)

'Twas the night before Christmas in Texas, you know
 Way out on the prairie, without any snow
 Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue
 A dreamin' of Christmas like me and you
 Not stockin's but boots at the foot of their bed
 For this was in Texas, what more need be said
 When all of a sudden, from out of the still night
 There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright
 And I saw 'cross the prairie like a shot from a gun
 A loaded up buckboard, come out at a run
 The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin" with will
 The horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill
 "Come on Buck, Poncho and Prince to the right
 There'll be plenty travelin' for you all tonight"
 The driver in Levis and a shirt that was red
 Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head
 As he stepped from his buckboard, he was really a sight
 A beard and moustache, so curly and white
 As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke
 And were so astonished that neither one spoke
 And he filled up their boots with such presents galore
 That neither could think of a single thing more
 When Buddy recovered the use of his jaws
 He asked in a whisper, "Are you Santa Claus?"
 "Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?"
 And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink
 Then he leaped in the buckboard and set him his drawl
 To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas you all