Mama, I Know You Ain’t Santa

by Lynne Stewart and Tracy Newman

Genre: Americana/Country

Lyrics

MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA

MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
SANTA DON’T HAVE A FIGURE LIKE YOU
AND HIS EYES AREN’T RED FROM CRYIN’
AND HE DON’T STAND JUST UNDER FIVE-TWO

MAMA, THAT PILLOW IS SLIPPIN’
AND YOUR PRETTY BLOND HAIR IS SHOWING THROUGH
AND AIN’T THAT THE NECKLACE I MADE YOU?
AND I BET SANTA DON’T HAVE THE FLU

THERE’S A CLEAR CHRISTMAS SKY IN ATLANTA
MILLIONS OF STARS BRIGHT AS CAN BE
MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
I’VE SEEN HIM UP CLOSE; I’VE SAT ON HIS KNEE

BUT BILLY DON’T KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
HOW COULD HE, HE’S ONLY TWO
BILLY DON’T REMEMBER DADDY
BUT, MAMA, YOU AND I DO

WELL, THANKS FOR THE SKIRT YOU MADE OVER
AND THANKS FOR DYING IT RED
AND BILLY SURE LOVES THAT PUPPY
WE’LL NEVER GET HIM TO BED

THERE’S A CLEAR CHRISTMAS SKY IN ATLANTA
MILLIONS OF STARS TWINKLING BRIGHT
MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
BUT I PROMISE I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS NIGHT

NOW, LET ME PLAY SANTA FOR BILLY
YOU GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE A REST
‘CAUSE YOU MAKE ONE LOUSY SANTA
BUT AS A MAMA FOR BILLY AND ME — YOU ARE THE BEST

Lynne Stewart/Tracy Newman BMI

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