No father, no son, and no holy ghost
It don't feel like Christmas out here on the coast
No it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast
The streets are all empty
The transplants went home
I couldn't fly back
Not enough southwest points
And it's in the low 60's
We complain it's too cold
Visit our families on Facetime
Through the cracks in our phones
The one time of year we wait for the most
But it don't feel like Christmas out here on the coast
No it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast
The neighbors are more friendly
Theirs lights on their homes
Their dogs are in sweaters
My favorite bar's closed
And I've got a playlist
That's setting the tone
We even got a little bit of snow
It went straight up my nose
No father, no son, and no holy ghost
It don't feel like Christmas out here on the coast
No it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast
We're all hailing Satan with a well whiskey toast
Cause it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast
No it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast
No father, no son, and no holy ghost
It don't feel like Christmas out here on the coast
No it don't feel like Christmas out there on the coast