Christmas Without The Creole

In my mind, I can hear the streetcar bells The sound of tires over oyster shells It's like music to my ears I close my eyes and there's a Bayou and the live oak trees And it's the only place I wanna be This time of year It ain't Christmas without the Creole (Somehow it's not the same) Where the ones I love all wait (Mm, that's where they wait) If I'm not there, there ain't gonna be no No way for me to celebrate It ain't Christmas without the Creole (Where I was born and raised) I got to be on the next plane 'Cause you know Christmas without the Creole Is just another winter's day Here I am, feels like a million miles from home And I'm trying to put my best face on 'Cause I know the truth That it ain't Christmas without the Creole (Somehow it's not the same) That's where the ones I love all wait (Mm, that's where they wait) If I'm not there, there ain't gonna be no No way for me to celebrate It ain't Christmas without the Creole (Where I was born and raised) I got to be on that next plane 'Cause you know Christmas without the Creole Is just another winter's day You know Christmas without the Creole Is just another winter's day Hey, hey Oh, take me home I wanna be home 'Cause it ain't Christmas without the Creole I've got to be on the next plane Oh It's gonna be, gonna be just another winter's day