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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dear Mama, it’s me, I’m alright
They say the roads are buried white
The man on the radio sounded scared
Said, “Son, you best stay right there”
I wrapped my coat, thought ‘bout that drive
Your cornbread, the church at five
But the snow keeps licking at my window frame
And this year just won’t behave
[Chorus]
So I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
I won’t be walkin’ through that door
I won’t track in that red clay
On your clean swept kitchen floor
Hang my stocking by the oven
Like you always used to do
I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
But my heart’s sittin’ there with you
[Verse 2]
I got your box of candied yams
The ones you packed up, tin in hands
Your handwriting bowed on brown paper string
“Don’t open ‘til the choirs sing”
I touched your name, it shook me some
‘Cause I could hear you hummin’ along
To that old cracked record in the living room
Where the tree light burned ‘til noon
[Chorus]
I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
I won’t be sleepin’ on that couch
With the smoker on the back porch
And the dogs all barkin’ loud
Save a slice of Sunday chocolate
Like you always say you’ll do
I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
But my heart’s sittin’ there with you
[Bridge]
Tell Daddy I still wear his scarf
Smells like tobacco, oil, and barn
Tell my kid sister I kept her card
Folded in my shirt, right by my heart (mm-hmm)
If the power flickers, light that lamp
Say my name when you bow your head
I’ll be sayin’ grace over coffee steam
In this little room instead
[Chorus]
I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
I won’t be singin’ in that pew
But I’ll hum that old sweet carol
Like I’m standin’ next to you
Leave my chair there by the window
Like you always, always do
I won’t be home for Christmas, Mama
But I’m comin’ home
In every prayer you whisper
I’m comin’ home
Every time you miss me
I’m home there, right with you
Details
GeneratedApr 18, 2026
Duration5:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Heartfelt 80s-style country ballad with male vocals, gentle brushed-kit shuffle and warm pedal steel swells. Clean Telecaster arpeggios and soft piano chords frame an intimate vocal; subtle fiddle answers the lines. Verses stay hushed and conversational, chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a rich, aching steel line. Tempo relaxed, leaving space for emotional phrasing and a teardrop-in-the-voice delivery., sad, heartfelt
Credits
Prompt by
ChazzTheSpazz
ChazzTheSpazzModelAria v5.5
Prompt
‘I won’t be home’ a letter written from a boy who lives states away to his mother who won’t be able to make it back for the holidays this year due to weather in the 1960s. Heartfelt 80s country, sad
