Its Christmas Time In Dodge City
(To the tune of Silver Bells)
Wooden sidewalks, and the shop fronts,
Dressed in wild western style
In the jail there’s a feeling of Christmas
Cattle mooing, cowboys shooting
Riding mile after mile
And down at the Long Branch you hear
Silver spurs, silver spurs
It’s Christmas time in Dodge City
Jing-a-ling, saloon girls sing
Soon it will be Christmas day.
Mobs in street fights try to stay polite
While they bleed red and scream
As the towns folk rush home
To take cover
Hear the jaws crunch
See the kids bunch
It’s Matt Dillon’s big scene
As he catches the rustlers you’ll hear
Silver spurs, silver spurs
It’s Christmas time in Dodge City
Jing-a-ling, saloon girls sing
Soon it will be Christmas day.
Silver spurs, silver spurs
Soon it will be Christmas day.
Soon it will be Christmas day.
When we travel in the car we sing to the radio. The other night, Silver Bells came on and I sang Dodge City to make my wife laugh.
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