Howard Carpendale - Driving Home For Christmas Lyrics

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Driving Home For Christmas

Driving Home For Christmas Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Driving Home For Christmas By Howard Carpendale?
I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah Well I'm moving down that line And it's been so long But I will be there I sing this song To pass the time away Driving in my car Driving home for Christmas Oh I'm gonna take some time Top to toe in tailbacks, yeah I got red lights all around But soon there'll be a freeway I got my feet on holy ground So I sing for you Though you can't hear me I'll get through And feel you near me Driving in my car Driving home for Christmas, yeah Driving home for Christmas With a thousand memories I take look at the driver next to me Mmh, he's just the same Just the same Top to toe in tailbacks Oh, I got red lights all around 'Cause I'm driving home for Christmas I got my feet on holy ground So I sing for you Though you can't hear me I'll get through And feel you near me Driving in my car Driving home for Christmas Driving home For Christmas Driving home for Christmas With a thousand memories I'm driving home for Christmas I'm driving home for Christmas With a thousand memories |
Who Wrote Driving Home For Christmas By Howard Carpendale?
Christopher Anton Rea
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What's The Duration Of The Driving Home For Christmas By Howard Carpendale?The duration of Driving Home For Christmas is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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