_Christmas shoppers shoppin' on a neon city street;
Another Christmas dollar  for another Christmas treat.
There's satin on the pretty dolls which make the children glow,
While a boy is walkin' ragged in the cold Kentucky snow.

No, they don't have Christmas in Kentucky.
There's no holly on a West Virginia door;
For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry,
And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor.

Electric toys and plastic men are workin' oh so fine
But there's no work or the miners when machines move in the mines.
In the dark hills of Kentucky there's one gift that may  be found
It's the cold dust of forgotten days that's lyin' on the ground. (Cho.)

Let's drink a toast to Congress and a toast to Santa Claus
There's no Santa in the  chimney when there are no minin' laws.
And back in old Kentucky they're all goin' for a ride
On a Christmas sled that's fallin' down a jobless mountainside. (Cho.)

Have a merry merry  Christmas and a happy new  year's day.
For now's a time of plenty and plenty's here to stay.
But if you knew what Christmas was I think that you would find
That Christ is spending Christmas in the cold Kentucky mines.  (Cho.)