Over the Rhine - If We Make It Through December Lyrics
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If We Make It Through December
If We Make It Through December Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For If We Make It Through December By Over the Rhine?
If we make it through December
Everything's gonna be alright I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shiver when I see the falling snow If we make it through December Got plans to be in a warmer town come summertime Maybe even California If we make it through December we'll be fine Got laid off down at the factory And the timing's not the greatest in the world Heaven knows I've been workin' hard Wanted Christmas to be right for Daddy's girl I don't mean to hate December It's meant to be the happy time of year And my little girl don't understand Why Daddy can't afford no Christmas here If we make it through December Everything's gonna be alright I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shiver when I see the falling snow If we make it through December Got plans to be in a warmer town come summertime Maybe even California If we make it through December we'll be fine If we make it through December Got plans to be in a warmer town come summertime Maybe even California If we make it through December we'll be fine |
Who Wrote If We Make It Through December By Over the Rhine?
Merle Haggard
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What's The Duration Of The If We Make It Through December By Over the Rhine?The duration of If We Make It Through December is 4:18 minutes and seconds. |
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