It’s “You Can’t Put the Keys in Your Pocket with Your Gloves on” Time
By Vic Zarley 4th fret

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I’m walking down the street making quite a crunchy beat 

This song was lost. Either Linda or myself threw it away by mistake. All I remembered were the words to the chorus and the tune. One Saturday morning when we lived in Salt Lake City, I got up determined to write this song (again). Linda slept as I wrote and counted syllables, then wrote and counted syllables again. Finally I had recreated the song. I had always been frustrated that we had lost this song. Now, at last, I felt the frustration leave me—because this song, I believed, was better than the one I had lost! This is a fun song to sing!

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With my feet on Christmas day

Steaming out my nose as it goes and it shows
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I suppose whatever I say
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	It’s a cloudy day with a flake in my eye
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	If I can’t stay warm at least I’ll try
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		To cuddle up      with a very close friend
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		And hope the winter won’t end

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Chorus: 	It’s “You can’t put the keys in your pocket with your gloves on” time
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	Watch out for the icicles dripping from the telephone line
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	It’s a gusty storm coming out of the north
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	But a warm, warm feeling coming forth
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It’s “You can’t put the keys in your pocket with your gloves on” time
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	“Get your gloves on” time

Children sing about the joy it brings
And all the things on Christmas morn
	All because people say on this day far away
	In the hay a babe was born
Let’s tell the world we’re glad we’re here
Let’s make it Christmas all the year
	You know, my friends   it’ll never be done
	Unless we’re the ones (chorus)

See the prisms on the wall before the icicles fall
It’s a joy for all to see
	Blow your breath in the air, blow away all your cares
	Just share this moment with me
Pull your gloves on tight, wrap your scarf around
Let’s take a walk around the town
	And after we’ve    seen all the sights
	We’ll make a fire tonight (chorus then end with:  )

It’s a gusty storm coming out of the north
But a warm, warm feeling coming forth
It’s “you can’t put the keys in your pocket with your gloves on” time
“Get your gloves on” time