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Way out on the prairie, without any snow
Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue
A dreamin' of Christmas like me and you

Not stockin's but boots at the foot of their bed
For this was in Texas, what more need be said
When all of a sudden, from out of the still night
There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright

And I saw 'cross the prairie like a shot from a gun
A loaded up buckboard, come out at a run
The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin" with will
The horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill

"Come on Buck, Poncho and Prince to the right
There'll be plenty travelin' for you all tonight"
The driver in Levis and a shirt that was red
Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head

As he stepped from his buckboard, he was really a sight
A beard and moustache, so curly and white
As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke
And were so astonished that neither one spoke

And he filled up their boots with such presents galore
That neither could think of a single thing more
When Buddy recovered the use of his jaws
He asked in a whisper, "Are you Santa Claus?"

"Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?"
And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink
Then he leaped in the buckboard and set him his drawl
To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas you all

Way out on the prairie, without any snow
Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue