Your fellas are coming for Christmas
To share flames and stories of love
They ain't got no money for presents
But always bring joy and eggnog

They picked up some branches and pine cones
To decorate our front door
In this way we are brewing memories
Tomorrow I know we'll want more

Dress up and prepare your piano
And dust off the old songbook too
They all know how to play the banjo
You know all they've got is the blues

Your fellas are coming for Christmas
They bring sugar cookies and gingerbreads
And sing catchy songs about Santa
That never get out of our heads

They will never judge you for telling
Your so many secrets about the moon
They are always humming warm poems
And wishing your soul dreams come true

The blizzard might get even stronger
And yet they go caroling outside
In moonshine will always be room
For those who can't carry a tune

Your fellas are coming for Christmas
To share flames and stories of love
They ain't got no money for presents
But always bring joy and eggnog
They always bring joy and eggnog
They always bring joy and eggnog