Brandy and Rye, the Magpies are stirring
lay down your last twenty dollars

Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers
there's a star above the manger tonight

the Devil gets wise when you start to win
dead from your pleasures too soon

horseflies are flying slow, heavy from your remains

silver green, many mansions above us
wash up your hands before you dive in

sweet baby Jesus, give me luck at the tables
there's a star above the manger tonight

turn down the lighthouse low
let the lost keep staying lost

Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers
there's a star above the manger tonight