I Don't Know How To Tell Him - Wanda Jackson

I can tell him his toy gun won’t kill Indians

And the towel around his neck don’t make him strong

I can tell him there’s no Easter bunny

But I don’t know how to tell him that you’re gone

He still looks for you every morning

He’s cried every night we’ve been alone

I can tell him there’s no real Santa

But I don’t know how to tell him that you’re gone

I can tell him his broomstick’s not a pony

And wearin' daddy’s boots don’t make him grown

I can tell him there’s no to ferry

But I don’t know how to tell him that you’re gone

He still looks for you every morning

He’s cried every night we’ve been alone

I can tell him there’s no real Santa

But I don’t know how to tell him that you’re gone

I don’t know how to tell him that you’re gone