Prairie Jokes

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    T'was the night before Christmas, in Texas, you know.
    Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
    Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you.
    Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
    For this was Texas, what more need be said,
    When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
    There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
    And I saw 'cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
    The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin", with a will,
    The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
    "Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
    There'll be plenty of travelin' for you all tonight."
    The driver in Levi's and a shirt that was red,
    Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
    As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
    With his beard and moustache, so curly and white.
    As he burst in the more...

    T'was the night before Christmas, in Texas, you know.
    Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
    Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you.
    Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
    For this was Texas, what more need be said,
    When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
    There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
    And I saw 'cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
    The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin", with a will,
    The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
    "Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
    There'll be plenty of travelin' for you all tonight."
    The driver in Levi's and a shirt that was red,
    Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
    As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
    With his beard and moustache, so curly and white.
    As he burst in the more...

    'Twas the Night Before Christmas: Texas Version
    T'was the night before Christmas, in Texas, you know.
    Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
    Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you.
    Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
    For this was Texas, what more need be said,
    When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
    There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
    And I saw 'cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
    The driver was ''Geein'' and ''Hawin'', with a will,
    The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
    ''Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
    There'll be plenty of travelin' for you all tonight.''
    The driver in Levi's and a shirt that was red,
    Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
    As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
    With his beard and moustache, so curly and more...

    Twas the night before Christmas, In Texas you know,
    Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
    Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreaming of Christmas, like me and like you.

    Not stockings but boots, at the foot of their beds,
    For this was Texas, What more need be said?
    When all of a sudden from out the still night,
    There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright!

    And I saw cross the prairie, like the shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard, Come on at a run.
    The driver was "whistling" and "shouting" with a will,
    The "Horses" (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.

    "Come on there Buck, Poncho, and Prince, to the right"
    There'll be plenty of travelin' for you-all tonight.
    The driver in his Levis, and a shirt that was red,
    Had a 10 gallon Stetson on the top of his head.

    As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
    the more...

    T'was the night before Christmas, in Texas, you know.
    Way out on the prairie, without any snow.
    Asleep in their cabin, were Buddy and Sue,
    A dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you.
    Not stockings, but boots, at the foot of their bed,
    For this was Texas, what more need be said,
    When all of a sudden, from out of the still night,
    There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright.
    And I saw' cross the prairie, like a shot from a gun,
    A loaded up buckboard, come on at a run,
    The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin", with a will,
    The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
    "Come on there Buck, Poncho, & Prince, to the right,
    There'll be plenty of travelin' for you all tonight."
    The driver in Levi's and a shirt that was red,
    Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
    As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
    With his beard and moustache, so curly and white.
    As more...

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