Story Behind the Song
The personnel on this one was: Julian Russell/ acoustic guitar, vocal... Keith Prescott/ drums... Steve Blake/ bones... Greg Sullivan/ bones... Pete Zolli/ bass guitar, electric guitar, keyboards, percussion. (This tune is one of my favorites; I think it really captures the sound and vibe of T.W.!)
Lyrics
MR. CLAUS (Russell/Zolli)
well, I hang onto Saint Christopher more than old Saint Nick
got a bottle and a bone and a big old monkey stick
and I got more time than money and I miss my baby so
down in the reeds with the tubas and the crows
well, his suit is red like blood and his boots as black as coal
with the moon in his eyes and the night in his soul
he’s the original nighthawk, baby - he’s been that way so long
you never see him when he gets there, but you know when he has gone
well, he shimmies down your chimney when you’re fast asleep
ain’t come to drink your whiskey and he ain’t no chimney sweep
ain’t got no companions - he always works alone
just the moon up in the sky like a big old grinning bone
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I know I oughta should
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I ain’t been so good
he only come around but one time a year, ‘cos that’s his way
on the night before the Carpenter’s birthday
and he’s carrying a bag that’s filled with plastic and wood
I’m feeling worried, Mr. Claus, ‘cos I ain’t been so good
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I know I oughta should
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I ain’t been so good
Ruby Lee - let your hair down and come sit beside me
love me ‘til tomorrow ‘cos I’m gonna love you ‘til the end of time
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I know I oughta should
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I ain’t been so good
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I know I oughta should
Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus, I ain’t been so good
5/19/99
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