Then answered those bells, loud and deep
God is not dead, nor does he sleep
The wrong shall fail, and the right prevail
With peace on earth,
good will to men
Ya know, I like the way folks used to do
Back when cattle was plenty
and folks was few
Everybody would gather
from far and near
An d barbecue'em a big fat steer
The kids they liked staying' awake because well,
They reckon they might catch Santa Claus
In the morning they'd come
racing down to see
What Santa'd gone and left
underneath that tree
It was Christmas back in
those days
For the rich and for the poor
And every grandchild
had an open door
And the old cowboy who came
on the company horse
Was treated the same as the owner
or the boss
You see nobody seemed to have a care
He was in among friends or he wasn't there
Of course some have new boots
they sure would admire
As they warmed their feet
in front of the fire
And the women folk they had
new clothes too
But not like the women of Austin,
TX did
Sometimes right in the middle of the party
An old stranger would come
riding in
We always wondered who he
was and where he'd been
And as the years rolled on and on
We'd always wondered where that old stranger
with the long beard had gone
Well maybe it's like the book
of Corinthians
Where it says something in there
Sometimes you get visited by an angel
and you're not even aware
So I still recall that Christmas night
The tops of the mountain
s capped with white
And the stars so bright they seemed ablaze
As the foothills were swimming
in a silver haze
Now those good ol' days are mostly tasked and
goneTime and the world and change goes on
And I reckon we can't do things quite
like we used to do
Back when cattle was plenty
in Texas