Please, Daddy — John Denver

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry.

Just last year when I was only seven. Now I'm almost eight as you can see. You came home a quarter past eleven. Fell down underneath our Christmas tree.

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry.

Mamma smiled and looked outside the window. She told me: Son, you better get upstairs. But then you laughed and hollered: Merry Christmas. I turned around and saw my mamma's tears.

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry.

Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry. Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas. I don't wanna see my mamma cry. No, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.