Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,
Drivin' the cattle on snow-covered plains,
Of all the great gifts given today,
Ours' in the sky and the wide open range.

Back in the cities, they have differnt ways,
Football, eggnog and Christmas parades,
I'll take the blanket, I'll take the reins,
Christmas for cowboys on the wide open plains.

A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night,
The stars overhead are the Christmas tree lights,
The wind sings a beautiful hymn as we bow down to pray,
Christmas for cowboys on the wide open range.

It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas day,
Drivin' cattle on the snow-covered plains,
So many woderful gifts have been opened today,
Ours, in the sky and the wide open range,
It's Christmas for cowboys on the wide open plains.