Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
Just last year when I was only seven
And now I’m almost eight, as you can see
You came home at a quarter past eleven
Fell down underneath our Christmas tree
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
Momma smiled and looked outside the window
She told me, «Son, you better go upstairs»
Then you laughed and hollered, «Merry Christmas!»
I turned around and saw my Momma’s tears
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my Momma cry
No, I don’t want to see my Momma cry