goodbye

goodbye, goodbye dear nashville,
i must leave you for a spell.
it's christmas time in bama,
and yes, i can hear the bell.

the stockings are all hung
on the ritter house's hearth
the picture ornaments are on the tree
my mom has done her part

i'm sure dad helped along the way
to put out this year's decor
so all thats left for me to do
is walk through my front door

for now i'm stuck in packing hell
i just can't seem to get it
but i'll just throw it in my car
right down to the last minute

so merry christmas to the three of you
who read my blog each day
i'm heading home to celebrate
and i've nothing left to say