[G]
Would you do something for me?
It’s a lot to ask, I know.
[C]
But I hear you’re headed north.
[G]
It can’t hurt to ask you so
Would you take this silver bell,
[Em]
Hang it on the little tree
[C Am]
Behind my momma’s house?
[D G]
Ah, it’d mean a lot to me.
A cowgirl in south Texas,
A cold November wind
With too many miles behind
And a dream that’s getting thin.
I won’t make it home this year.
Alberta’s just too far away.
Say ‘hi’ to the old gang.
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[Chorus:]
[G]
I won’t make it home for Christmas
[C]
Silver bell will ring for me
[Am]
High up on the hillside.
[D]
Bless that little Christmas tree.
[C D]
It’s the giving, not the taking
[Bm C]
Though we’re far apart.
[Am]
The best that I can bring
My little bell will ring
[D G]
All the love that’s in my heart.
[up ½ tone – capo 1st fret]
Pulled out of the fairgrounds.
She was riding all alone.
Put my truck up on the highway,
Headed north to San Antone
And her words stayed in my heart.
Little bell stayed with me too.
I’ll keep my promise to you, girl.
May your dreams someday come true.
[Ch]