Guest
When Jack Frost came for Christmas With a brass monkey date The rail-king and the scarecrow Hopped a Florida freight And they blew on their paper cups And stared through the steam Then they drank half a bottle Of Ragpicker’s Dream Where the whiskey keeps following Cold pitchers of beer Me and my associate Like the clientele here get The onions and the ’taters Rib-eyes on the grill Toothpicks and luckies And a coffee refill As the rail-king lay rocking He was leaving the ground Then he was flying like Santa Claus Over the town where He came to the window Of a house by a stream It was a family Christmas In the Ragpicker’s Dream There were kids at the table All aglow in the light Music in the wintertime Sure carries at night there Was turkey and gravy Pie and ice cream And gifts for each and everyone In the Ragpicker’s Dream Where the red-eye keeps tumbling In our glasses of beer
