

Prompt / 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
Tags
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
5:02
No
4/18/2026