Paroles de Lonesome Christmas Blues

This is December, the last month of the year This is December, the last month of the year Twenty-fourth day and Christmas is almost here Last Christmas mornin' I was standin' in the jailhouse cell Last Christmas mornin' I was standin' in the jailhouse cell And this Christmas I'm sick and can't get well I'm lying in my bed watching the snow-flakes fall I'm lying in my bed watching the snow-flakes fall Worried in mind 'cause I ain't got no baby at all