Left a note, said "Honey, I'm out
It's not you, it's just your runnin' around
Left your breakfast at the Waffle House
And your checkbook on the stove"
Salvation army Santa by the liquor store
Sweatin' through his coat like Sunday's whore
Gave him my change as I walked out the door
And this busted band of gold
Now I'm spendin' Christmas on a Greyhound bus
Drinkin' tequila from a paper cup
Put all my money on the sun comin' up
And I guess I'll let it ride
Couple miles south of Chloride
And we should be hittin' Vegas around supper time
All I want from Santa is some salt and a lime
And I hope there's room at the inn tonight
♪
Man across the aisle takes a look at me
Says "I'll tell you a story you ain't gonna believe
I sold my soul back in Genevieve
It was weighing me down, cost too much to feed
I'm headin' west with these new friends of mine
Say their gonna show me a better time
We gonna take our chances, gonna see the King
Sure is hot, honey, how 'bout a drink?"
And we're spendin' Christmas on a Greyhound bus
Drinkin' tequila from a paper cup
Put all my money on the sun comin' up
And it looks like I was right
Couple miles from the state line
Yeah we should be hittin' Vegas around supper time
All I want from Santa is some salt and a lime
And I hope there's room at the inn tonight
♪
Woman at the wheel wears a plastic visor
And it looks like a halo in the southbound headlights
Bottle is empty, we're all feelin' high
And there's some kinda wisdom on the road tonight
Voice from the back, clear as crystal
Cuts through the dark with "What Child is This?"
Yeah Christmas on a Greyhound bus
Drinkin' tequila from a paper cup
Put all my money on the sun comin' up
And I let that sucker ride
Cross the city limits into Paradise
Yeah we're creepin' up on Vegas, would you look at those lights
All I want from Santa is some salt and a lime
And I hope there's room at the inn tonight
Tonight