X-mas On The Isthmus Lyrics - Terry Allen

It's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama 

We're listless this Christmas 

No Santa Claus 

No wise men, no angels 

No mistletoe trucks 

No reindeer 

No shepherds 

We're shit out of luck 

Ah, we hung all our stockings 

On the palm trees with care 

Stayed up all night 

Still nothin' there 

So we snorted some incense 

And shot up some myrrh 

Stayed up two more days 

Just to make sure 

Ah it's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama 

It's hopeless, we're dopeless 

No Santa Claus 

No wise men, no angels 

No mistletoe trucks 

No reindeer, no shepherds 

We're shit out of luck 

Bethlehem, bethle-her, bethle-you 

Bethle-me, mucho 

Ah, there's something about X-Mas 

That brings me to tears 

Snowmen an chestnuts 

An roastin' reindeers 

That story from the Bible 

God's only son 

The immaculate injection 

Ah, you know the one 

Well, they wadn't from around here 

They was Judean strangers 

So they called up the front desk 

"Let me speak to the manger" 

There was horses, there was cows 

There was sheep, there was pigs 

Mary asked Joseph 

"Hey who booked this gig?" 

Ah, it's X-Mas on the Isthmus of Panama 

We're shiftless, we're giftless 

No Santa Claus 

No wise men, no angels 

No mistletoe trucks 

No reindeer, no shepherds 

We're shit out of luck 

Bethlehem, bethle-her, bethle-you 

Bethle-me, mucho