His Favourite Christmas Story (The Man With No Name) - reworked lyrics
Title: His Favourite Christmas Story (The Man With No Name)
Rating: Easy G
Pairing: it's slash (erm, oops?) and could be any pairing, though I see it Jensen/Jared.
Notes: Unbetaed and quick, excuse the mess. I know, it's a little bit late too. Also, just putting this out there but if anyone wants to turn it into a fic well... *looks hopeful*
Disclaimer: I do not own the original song, that belongs to Capital Lights. Just had some fun working slash into the mix :D
Orignal lyrics | Original song download
He met him up in Delaware in 1937
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When he finally gained the courage to ask him to dance.
It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight.
The carollers sang as they danced through the night.
He was a small town boy, he was a travelling guy.
He never caught his name before they said their goodbyes.
A couple years later he was out on the road,
Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone.
When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye.
Her favourite day of the year, she showed her spirits were high.
She said, "Sir, can you shed a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say,
"Here's my favourite Christmas story 'bout a man with no name."
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937.
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance."
Every holiday season as he travelled he'd tell
'bout his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well.
He shared his favourite story with the locals he met.
He was called the Christmas Story-Telling Travelling Man.
By age 53 he had done settled down.
All the neighbourhood kids liked to gather around
Just to listen to the stories 'bout his life on the road.
All he had now were these children he told.
And every Christmas Eve they showed up before dark.
He'd tell them all the story but they knew it by heart.
They could quote it word-for-word, he always told it the same.
It was his favourite Christmas story called "The Man With No Name."
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937.
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance."
20 years later as he took his last breath,
Saw a cold Christmas morning in a hospital bed.
The children had grown, he had nobody left,
Except the old doctor who was holding his hand.
He said, "Sir, could you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all he wanted to hear,
But his eyes filled with tears at the words he spoke,
Because his favourite Christmas story was the one that he told.
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937,
Though I never caught his name, he was a travelling man.
December 24 at a quarter till 11.
I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance."
Rating: Easy G
Pairing: it's slash (erm, oops?) and could be any pairing, though I see it Jensen/Jared.
Notes: Unbetaed and quick, excuse the mess. I know, it's a little bit late too. Also, just putting this out there but if anyone wants to turn it into a fic well... *looks hopeful*
Disclaimer: I do not own the original song, that belongs to Capital Lights. Just had some fun working slash into the mix :D
Orignal lyrics | Original song download
He met him up in Delaware in 1937
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When he finally gained the courage to ask him to dance.
It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight.
The carollers sang as they danced through the night.
He was a small town boy, he was a travelling guy.
He never caught his name before they said their goodbyes.
A couple years later he was out on the road,
Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone.
When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye.
Her favourite day of the year, she showed her spirits were high.
She said, "Sir, can you shed a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say,
"Here's my favourite Christmas story 'bout a man with no name."
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937.
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance."
Every holiday season as he travelled he'd tell
'bout his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well.
He shared his favourite story with the locals he met.
He was called the Christmas Story-Telling Travelling Man.
By age 53 he had done settled down.
All the neighbourhood kids liked to gather around
Just to listen to the stories 'bout his life on the road.
All he had now were these children he told.
And every Christmas Eve they showed up before dark.
He'd tell them all the story but they knew it by heart.
They could quote it word-for-word, he always told it the same.
It was his favourite Christmas story called "The Man With No Name."
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937.
He was wearing a green shirt to match his green eyes.
December 24 at a quarter till 11's
When I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance."
20 years later as he took his last breath,
Saw a cold Christmas morning in a hospital bed.
The children had grown, he had nobody left,
Except the old doctor who was holding his hand.
He said, "Sir, could you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all he wanted to hear,
But his eyes filled with tears at the words he spoke,
Because his favourite Christmas story was the one that he told.
He said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937,
Though I never caught his name, he was a travelling man.
December 24 at a quarter till 11.
I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance."