ADD: Christmas Dinner Country Style (Bing Crosby)

Subject: Christmas Dinner Country Style
From: GUEST,Chris Murray
Date: 13 Dec 12 - 12:39 PM

I ask this every year. My favourite Christmas song is Christmas Dinner Country Style, as sung by Bing Crosby. I would love the complete lyrics. Every link to the lyrics that I've ever been given is incomplete as nobody seems to know the full lyrics. Does anyone happen to know them?

Subject: RE: Christmas Dinner Country Style
From: Wesley S
Date: 13 Dec 12 - 12:56 PM

How about this one:

http://www.metrolyrics.com/christmas-dinner-country-style-lyrics-bing-crosby.html

Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS DINNER COUNTRY STYLE (B Crosby)
From: pdq
Date: 13 Dec 12 - 01:03 PM

CHRISTMAS DINNER COUNTRY STYLE
As recorded by Bing Crosby
Songwriters: Ralph Freed, Grace Saxon

Mother, mother, everybody's starvin'.
Mother, mother, let's eat.
Hold your horses; got a million courses,
And I'm fixin' a treat.

Jeremiah, go and help your mother.
Jane and Jonah, you too.
Hezekiah, go and get your brother,
Then fetch Amy and Sue.

Mother, mother, everybody's happy.
Got a reason to smile,
'Cause you know that I'm about to serve a
Christmas dinner country style.
(Christmas dinner country style)

Everybody sit an' bow your head.
We'll all say grace and then break bread.

Put your napkin on your lap
While Judd pours cider from the tap.

Oh, don't that turkey look divine?
Well, promenade it down the line.
Plenty of dark, we're long on white,
So allemande the platter to your right.

Now sashay along that country ham,
And double-sashay a marshmallow yam.
Swing to the left that chestnut stuffin',
And swing to the right a huckleberry muffin.

Time for your partner to reach across
And do-si-do the cranberry sauce.

Have another helpin', one and all,
And you and the rhubarb, swing to the ball.
Pass a little drumstick, if you please,
And promenade the pretty black-eyed peas.

When you're all sashay'd and do-si-do'd,
So much turkey you're 'bout to explode,
But you still gotta swing to the pickled quince.
Choose your pie: the pumpkin or mince.

Oh, the dinner was grand, to say the least,
So honor the lady who cooked the feast.

Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner.
All the fixin's were great.
Nothin' to it; mighty glad to do it,
Seein' how much you ate.

Jeremiah, go and get your fiddle.
Come on, father; let's dance.
I'm too full of turkey and the stuffin'.
I ain't takin' a chance.

It's a very, very merry Christmas.
Got a reason to smile.
Mother, mother, everybody loved your
Christmas dinner country style.
Christmas dinner country style.

Subject: RE: Christmas Dinner Country Style
From: Wesley S
Date: 13 Dec 12 - 02:17 PM

You might also like this song by Tennessee Ernie Ford:

Christmas Dinner

Subject: RE: Christmas Dinner Country Style
From: GUEST,Chris Murray
Date: 14 Dec 12 - 05:34 AM

Thank you pdq - but it's the bits that are replaced by the question marks that I want to know!

Subject: RE: Christmas Dinner Country Style
From: GUEST,Chris Murray
Date: 14 Dec 12 - 05:45 AM

Wesley - that's it!!!!!   Thank you so much. I've only been trying to get the words for about 50 years!!!!!!

I'm so happy!!!

Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS DINNER (Tennessee Ernie Ford)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 29 Apr 16 - 01:40 AM

CHRISTMAS DINNER
Written by Tennessee Ernie Ford
As recorded by Tennessee Ernie Ford, 1951.

There's a big fat turkey or maybe a ham,
Brown fluffy biscuits all covered with jam,
Blackberry, huckleberry, mince, and pumpkin pies.
If you don't watch out, you're gonna double your size.
Mommy's in the kitchen; daddy's at the tree,
Little boys and girls all shouting with glee.
Granny sets the table; ev'rything's in place.
When she says "Come and get it" you'll really see a race.

|: Look at the giblet gravy (Mm-mm!)
And the big brown drumsticks! (Mm-mm!)
Daddy says: "Don't get the tummy-ache.
Here comes your mother with a big fruitcake."
There's a floating custard and pudding too,
Oodles and oodles for me and you.
I'll say one thing and you must agree:
What a happy, happy time Christmas dinner can be! :|

Now they're all together; what a bountiful fare!
Mother sits down next to baby's highchair.
[slower tempo:]
Daddy folds his hands and bows his head.
Let's all do the same, for there's thanks to be said:
"Dear Lord, we thank thee for this food.
Bless us together and make us good.
Enter our hearts and cast out sin.
Bring peace on earth, good will to men."