The grandfather clock sings its midnight chimes
A yearning for you burns deep in my soul...

There was no way I could have known
For you left us so long ago...

Oh what do I do with this burning desire
Needing you to cool this burning fire...

Every Christmas without fail
Peanut butter fudge in a pail...

Born with Cherokee blood running through my veins
The percentage my not be much but it still remains...

For years you promised you'd quit
But you continued to keep a cigarette lit...