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I Won't Be Home For Christmas
I won/'/t be home for Christmas even though I tried.
I won/'/t be home because my parole was denied.
My wife said she/'/d leave if I didn/'/t buy her a $20,000 ring.
I robbed a bank to get the money and my butt was in a sling.
This may be hard for you to believe.
I robbed that bank on Christmas Eve.
A policeman put a bullet in my butt when he fired a shot.
I couldn/'/t sit down for weeks and 20 years was what I got.
True to her word, my wife did leave.
She abandoned her family on Christmas Eve.
My twenty year old son is a pervert, he wears panties and bras.
And even though he/'/s twenty, he still believes in Santa Claus.
He/'/s been taking care of his younger siblings ever since I was put away.
But he/'/s an alcoholic who will sell his siblings in order to get drunk on Christmas Day.
Before my wife packed her bags and left for good, she threw a hissy fit.
Now I realize that when it came to committing that crime, she wasn/'/t worth it.
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