I could be your lover You could be all mine We'd go on forever Til the end of time You could be my best friend Stay up all night long You could be my railroad We'd go on and on Let's get along, there's nothing here to do Let's go find a rainbow I could be wrong but what am I to do? Guess God thinks I'm Abel You could be my enemy I guess there's still time I'd get 'round to loving you Is that such a crime? Let's get along, there's nothing here to do Let's go find a rainbow I could be wrong but what am I to do? Guess God thinks I'm Abel No one can break us No one could take us If we try No one can break us No one could take us If we try No one can break us No one could take us If we've tried Come along, let's make it tonight

Randy Brooks Kris Publishing/Elmo Publishing admin by Integrated CopyrightGroup Inc. (SESAC) Well a couple of good friends of mine Elmo and Patsy Wrote me and said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy Song. I said "No you didn't. You didn't mention nothing about... ... ... ... Well... yeah you pretty much got it all. I mean Grandma and of course the Family and getting drunk and run over by heavy machinery and..." Well since I needed the money I felt obliged to include it on this record. And it goes a little something like this: R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. She'd been drinkin' too much eggnog, And we'd begged her not to go. But she'd forgot her medication, And she staggered out the door into the snow. When they found her Christmas mornin', At the scene of the attack, She had hoof prints on her forehead, And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back. R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now we're all so proud of Grandpa, He's been takin' this so well. See him in there watchin' football, Drinkin beer and playin' cards with cousin Mell. It's not Christmas without Grandma. All the family's dressed in black. And we just can't help but wonder: Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Send them back! R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now the goose is on the table And the pudding made of fig. And a blue and silver candle That would have just matched the hair in grandma's wig. I've warned all my friends and neighbors. "Better watch out for yourselves. They should never give a license, To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves." R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve . You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa we belive.