Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

Just last year when I was only seven

And now I'm almost eight, as you can see

You came home at a quarter past eleven

Fell down underneath our Christmas tree

Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

Momma smiled and looked outside the window
She told me, "Son, you better go upstairs"

Then you laughed and hollered, "Merry Christmas!"

I turned around and saw my Momma's tears

Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas

I don't want to see my Momma cry

No, I don't want to see my Momma cry