Lyrics:

1998**lf**Writer: Michael Martin Murphey**lf****lf**Wrangle up your mouth harps, drag your banjo out**lf**Tune your old guitar til she twangs right stout**lf**For the snow is on the mountain and the wind is on the plain**lf**But we''ll keep the chimnies moanin'' with a livelyer refrain**lf****lf**Shinin'' adobe fire place, shadows on the wall**lf**Seal ???? twitchin'' at the call**lf**Its the best grin high that there is within the law**lf**???? tackle Turkey In The Straw**lf****lf**Freezy was a days ride, Lincoln was a trail**lf**Evenster was a Hollywod with a high arched tail**lf**But we held''em and we shoved''em for a long an archer tried**lf**By a yernin'' for tobacco when a deer far side**lf****lf**Swing''er in the stock time, don''t let''er droup**lf**Your about as gentle as a coyote with the croup**lf**And the cold wind bit as we drifted down the draw**lf**We drifted in the comfort of Turkey In The Straw**lf****lf**Instrumental**lf****lf**Snarlin'' at the rain, went to cussin'' at the ford**lf**Every mile of twenty was a long dischord**lf**But the night was brimmin'' music and its glory is complete**lf**With the ir-razzel-dazzel by the flip of Shorty''s feet**lf****lf**Tappy for the dance, now she up and shoots**lf**Don''t a beat the devils wife, a jiggin'' in his boots**lf**Shorty got throwd after he was raw**lf**But tonight, he done forgot it with Turkey In The Straw**lf****lf**Rainy dark or fire light, becon rhined or by**lf**Livin'' is a luxury that don''t come high**lf**Be happy and a newly wire with year will luck allow**lf**For we almost die or merry less than forty years from now**lf****lf**Lively on the last turn, roper to the deaf**lf**Randy''s soul is willin'', but he''s gettin'' short of breath**lf**And the storm wind sings and trouble sets his paw**lf**But we got an hour fire like the Turkey In The Straw