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It's nearly Christmas morning, and I am far from homeOut here in the saddle riding night watch all aloneExcept for short horn cattle and my old ornery mountThe others all are sleeping now, so they don't really countIt's Christmas in the saddle, and far as I can seeThere's miles and miles of prairie and not one Christmas treeBut there's at least a million stars, bright as they can beI guess Christmas in the saddle is good enough for meI hear the cattle lowing and pawing in the snowI think of that old carol I learned so long agoAbout the angels singing in peaceful harmonyTo comfort shepherds in their fields watching just like meIt's Christmas in the saddle, and far as I can seeThere's miles and miles of prairie and not one Christmas treeBut there's at least a million stars, bright as they can beI guess Christmas in the saddle is good enough for me From Letras Mania