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Lee Ann Womack
Lee Ann Womack


Background information
Born August 19, 1966
Origin Jacksonville, Texas, US
Genre(s) Country
Country Pop
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) MCA Nashville Records
Decca Music Group
Mercury Nashville Records
Associated acts Willie Nelson
George Strait
Cross Canadian Ragweed
Jason Sellers
Website Website



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Lee Ann Womack Album


The Season For Romance (2002)
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(Greg Barnhill/Phil Swann)

She smiles at him, he says, "Hello"
They stand beneath the mistletoe
Embarrassed by the awkward circumstance 

He asks her if she’d like a drink
She says, "I better not I think
Oh, what the heck, maybe just one glass"

They talk about, oh, this and that
He says, "I like the way you laugh
And I’m so really glad you’re here"

Then suddenly it’s much too warm
She feels his hand against her arm
The season loves the reason for romance
It’ll get you if you give it half a chance

The night goes on, the music plays
A moonlight Christmas serenade
A lovers’ song that’s meant for only two

And they don’t even know it yet 
But this is one they’ll not forget

The holiday where all their dreams came true
Across the floor he spins her around
Oh, could it be they’ve finally found
A love worth waiting for

Then in the tender yuletide bliss
They share an unexpected kiss
The season loves the reason for romance
It’ll get you if you give it half a chance

Then suddenly the night is gone
It’s late into an early morn
The season loves the reason for romance

. . .


(duet with Harry Connick, Jr.)
(Written by Frank Loesser)

I really can't stay (Baby, it's cold outside)
I've got to go 'way (Baby, it's cold outside)
The evening has been (I've been hopin' that you'd drop in) 
So very nice (I'll hold your hand, they're just like ice) 

My mother will start to worry (Hey beautiful, what's your hurry)
And father will be pacing the floor (Listen to that fireplace roar)
So really, I'd better scurry (Beautiful, please don't hurry)
Well, maybe just a half a drink more (Put some music on while I pour)

The neighbors might think (Baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now) 
To break this spell (I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

I oughtta say no, no, no sir (You mind if I move in closer)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried (And what's the sense in hurting my pride)
I really can't stay (Oh baby, don't hold out)
Oh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go (It's cold outside)
The answer is no (Baby, it's cold outside)
The welcome has been (So lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm)

My sister will be suspicious (Your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (I ain't worried about you brother)
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious (That ol' biddy, she ain't gonna bother me)
Well maybe just a cigarette more (You don't need no cigarette, it's smokin' plenty up in here)

I've got to get home (Baby, you'll freeze out there)
Say, lend me a comb (It's up to your knees out there)
You've really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
Oh, but don't you see (How can you do this thing to me)

There's bound to be talk tomorrow (Well, think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can't stay (Get over that hold out)

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Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

Ah the fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss good night,
Oh how I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

Ah the fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
in the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made,
walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland,

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(Ralph Blane/Hugh Martin)

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be far away

Here were are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us 
Gather near to us once more

Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough 
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Here were are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us 
Gather near to us once more

Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough 

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(Joseph Mohr/Franz Gruber)

Silent night, holy night 
All is calm, all is bright 
Round yon virgin Mother and child 
Holy infant so tender and mild 
Sleep in heavenly peace 
Sleep in heavenly peace 

Silent night, holy night 
Shepherds quake at the sight 
Glories stream from heaven afar 
Heav'nly hosts sing Allelujah 

Christ the Savior is born 
Christ the Savior is born 

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(Irving Berlin)

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card around
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card around
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

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(Greg Barnhill/Phil Swann)

It's something so magical, incomprehensible
Yet it's so sensible, this you and me
The snow on the street outside that catches the blue moonlight
Why can't it always be
Forever Christmas Eve 

Sparks from a midnight flame, the giggle of French champagne
A kiss sends about half way to fantasy
Wait mister brand new year, why can't we stay right here
Oh, how I wish it could be
Forever Christmas Eve

A distant bell is ringing out across the winter land
It's singing out a song of things to come
And though this kind of holiday is not what we had planned
It's wonderful tonight

It's something so magical, incomprehensible
Yet it's so sensible, this you and me
The snow on the street outside that catches the blue moonlight
Why can't it always be
Forever Christmas Eve 

Sparks from a midnight flame, the giggle of French champagne
A kiss sends about half way to fantasy
Wait mister brand new year, why can't we stay right here
Oh, how I wish it could be
Forever Christmas Eve

Wait mister brand new year, spare us a little cheer
Why can't it always be
Forever Christmas Eve

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(Dudley Brooks/Hal Stanley/Irving Taylor)

Old Mr. Kringle is soon gonna jingle
The bells that'll tingle all your troubles away
Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag
'Cause Christmas is coming again 

He's got a sleigh full, it's not gonna stay full
Stuff that he's dropping every stop of the way
Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag
'Cause Christmas is coming again

He'll be here
With the answer to the prayers
That you made through the year
You'll get yours
If you've done everything you should extra special good
He'll make this December the one you'll remember
The best and the merriest you ever did have
Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag
'Cause Christmas is coming again

Old Mr. Kringle is soon gonna jingle
All the bells that'll tingle all your troubles away
Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag
'Cause Christmas is here again

He's got a sleigh full, and it's not gonna stay full
Got stuff that he's dropping every stop of the way
Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag
'Cause Christmas is here again

He'll be here
With the answer to the prayers
That you made through the year
You'll get yours
If you've done everything you should extra special good
He'll make this December the one you'll remember
The best and the merriest you ever did have
Everybody's waiting, they're all congregating
Waiting for the man with the bag


. . .


(Mel Torme/Robert Wells)

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
Dressed up like eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's bringing lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
On his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from 1 to 92
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas

. . .


(Frank Loesser)

Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve? 

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year's Eve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You'd receive

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year's Eve


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