Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want my Momma cry Just last year when I was only seven Now I'm almost eight, as you can see You came home a quarter past eleven And fell down underneath our Christmas tree Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want my Momma cry I don't want my Momma cry Mama smiled and looked outside the window She told me son, 'You better go upstairs' Then you laughed and hollered, 'Merry Christmas' I turned around and saw my Momma's tears Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my Momma cry Please, Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want my Momma cry No, I don't want to see my Momma cry