Lyrics

Brandy and Rye, the Magpies are stirring Lay down your last twenty dollars Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers There's a star above the manger tonight The Devil gets wise when you start to win Dead from your pleasures too soon Horseflies are flying slow, heavy from your remains Silver green, many mansions above us Wash up your hands before you dive in Sweet baby Jesus, give me luck at the tables There's a star above the manger tonight Turn down the lighthouse low Let the lost keep staying lost Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers There's a star above the manger tonight