They shut down the mine last summer
We're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve
I'm walking home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me
A night I'm almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open
But there'll be Christmas just the same

It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Just odds and ends
I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love
God's precious gift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man

There's a brand new Barlow knife with a shiny wooden handle
Gleamin' in the window down at Galen Johnson's store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy
His face pressed to the window
Too young for understanding what it means to be so poor

It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Just odds and ends
I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love
God's precious gift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man
Little Linda ain't no baby
Hell, she turns thirteen in April
She's been dreamin' about that dolly in the window for half her life
She's old enough to realize that it ain't never comin'
I'd damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy's knife

It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Just odds and ends
I fashioned with my heart and with my hands
It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Our fine and fancy homemade love
God's precious gift from up above
Make up the homemade Christmas of this poor Kentucky man