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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.    
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