The Flip Side Songtext

von Dixie Chicks

In the world of high technology and store-brought Christmas trees
We've put away our phonographs and black 'n white T.V.s
We hang up plastic mistletoe, we light the logs with gas
But this here is the flip side, an old ghost of Christmas past
Remember forty-fives in stacks and slumber party snacks
When girls were not allowed to leave their fathers' house in slacks
We still believed in Santa Claus, we still built things to last
And this here is the flip side, a skip to the past
Homemade gifts and recipes and old tales to exchange
At afternoons gathered 'round my mother's radar range
The candles lit, the doorbell rings, we'll put on Vaughn Monroe
And warm our hands around the hearth with friends we've come to know
This is the flip side and when the record's through
We'll remember simpler times when most folks drove and seldom flew
Should old acquaintance be forgot, should Barbie break with Ken
Just move the record needle back and play the past again
Just move the record needle back and play the past again
You send me
Darlin' you send me
I know you send me
Honest you do
Honest you do
Honest you do
Whoa, you thrill me
I know you thrill me
Darlin' you thrill me...