When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker’s Dream
Where the whiskey keeps following
Cold pitchers of beer
Me and my associate
Like the clientele here get
The onions and the ’taters
Rib-eyes on the grill
Toothpicks and luckies
And a coffee refill
As the rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It was a family
... Christmas
In the Ragpicker’s Dream
There were kids at the table
All aglow in the light
Music in the wintertime
Sure carries at night there
Was turkey and gravy
Pie and ice cream
And gifts for each and everyone
In the Ragpicker’s Dream
Where the red-eye keeps tumbling
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