Well I walked to town in the pouring rain
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Paid my fare and I rode that train
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To the station under the avenue
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Hit the air at the stroke of noon
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At the cross streets where I staked my claim
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I played in tune with the winter rain
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Collecting dimes and dollar bills
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While the noisy traffic played the fills
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And it's Christmas time in the city
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When the air is filled with cheer
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And the storefronts look this pretty only once a year
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Well the vendors huddled and the taxis honked
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As I played for change beneath the neon clock
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Was dressed up looking like a Christmas tree
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Blinking down on that busy street
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When the crowd thinned out and the rain had quit
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And my fingers felt cold and stiff
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I took their money and I closed my case
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And I headed back towards home again
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And it's Christmas time in the city
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When the air is filled with cheer
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And the storefronts look this pretty only once a year
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As I walked back to the subway stairs
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I had twenty eight dollars in change for fare
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There was an old bag lady with an outstretched hand
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And a small Salvation Army band
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Playing Angels We Have Heard on High
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The First Noel and O Holy Night
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I folded up one dollar bill
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And I tucked it down into the till
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And it's Christmas time in the city
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When the air is filled with cheer
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And the storefronts look this pretty only once a year
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And it's Christmas time in the city
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When the air is filled with cheer
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And the storefronts look this pretty only once a year
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And it's Christmas time in the city
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Christmas Time In The City
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
