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HOT BUTTERED RUM
(Tommy Thompson)

When chimney smoke hangs still and low
Across the stubble-fields of snow
When angry skys reach down to seize
The sorry blackened bones of trees
In the dead of winter
When the silent snow birds come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey,
Hot buttered rum

When dreary Christmas decorations
Line the streets and filling stations
And dime store centers can't disguise
Their empty heads and empty eyes
In the dead of winter when
The tinsel angels come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey,
Hot buttered rum

When gloves boots and woolen parkas
Bring cold comfort to the heart
And bitter memories freeze the tongue
And songs of love are left unsung
In the dead of winter when,
If springtime never comes
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey,
Hot buttered rum

note: This song can be depressing if you don't concentrate on the
ray of hope at the end of each verse. BX

copyright Tommy Thompson, Southern Melody Publishing, BMI
Recorded by Bryan Bowers
@winter @seasonal @drink
filename[ HOTBUTTR
BX
OCT98

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