Merry Mcgee
Christmas time was here again
It comes so fast these years
'Ole McGee sat with his wife
As she was moved to tears
Their children both had moved away
Its years since they've been home
And now sweet Mary and McGee
Sit by their tree alone
Suddenly McGee stood up
And made a mournful grown
Walked across a creaking floor
To the table with the phone
He called his daughter
And he said, "I had it, and we're through
We're getting a divorce, my dear
And there's nothing you can do"
"You can't be leaving mom, she said
"And what's this all about
Don't do nothing rash, please dad
I'll take the first plane out"
Before McGee hung up the phone
Said ," tell your brother too
And if he wants to have his say
He can come along with you"
She said " We'll be there in the morning
As McGee hung up the phone
Then walked back to his chair
And sat there on his throne
Then Mary asked McGee,
As she wiped away a tear
"What was that all about
I couldn't hear my dear "
McGee looked up surprised
"Oh you mean that on the phone ?
Well let's just say this Christmas,
Our kids are coming home".
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