The Pine Ridge Ramblers — Everybody’s Coming Over

(Well, somebody open that door!)

There’s a car in the driveway And another on the street There’s

somebody in the hallway Taking off their muddy feet There’s a pie

upon the counter There’s a turkey in the pan There’s a coat

hanging from the lamp And somebody needs a hand

The phone keeps ringing The door keeps swinging And every time it

does We hear somebody singing

Everybody’s coming over

Everybody’s coming through There’s always one more person

And there’s always something to do

Pull another chair up Move the table to the wall If we

don’t have enough room We’ll make some room somehow

Everybody’s coming over

And that’s Christmas after all

Uncle Ray brought his guitar Aunt Louise brought three pies Cousin Tommy

brought his new girlfriend And everybody’s asking why The kids are in

the living room Building forts out of the chairs Grandpa’s telling that

same old story Like we haven’t heard it every year

The dog is under the table

The cat is on the stairs

Somebody lost a present

And somebody’s looking everywhere

Maybe the house is crowded Maybe the kitchen’s small

Maybe somebody’s arguing About the football game and all

But look around the room tonight At every smiling face You can’t

buy this kind of Christmas And you can’t find

a better place

Who’s at the front door?

Everybody! Who’s in the kitchen?

Everybody! Who ate the cookies?

Everybody! Who brought the pie?

Everybody!

Well then somebody grab a plate!

Everybody’s coming over Everybody’s coming through There’s always one more person And

there’s always something to do

Pull another chair up Move the table to the wall

If we don’t have enough room We’ll make some room somehow Everybody’s

coming over Everybody’s coming over Everybody’s coming over—

And that’s Christmas after all!

(Well, don’t just stand there!)

(Come on in!)

Everybody’s coming over!