Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,

Drivin' the cattle on the snow-covered plains.

All of the good gifts given today;

Ours is the sky and the wide open range.



Back in the cities, they have diff'rent ways,

Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.

I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins;

Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains.



A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;

The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights,

The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;

Christmas for cowboys and the wide open range.



It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,

Drivin' the cattle on the snow-covered plains.

So many gifts have been opened today;

Ours is the sky and the wide open range,

It's Christmas for cowboys and wide open plains