About the song

As the holiday season approaches, few songs evoke the bittersweet beauty of Christmas quite like Willie Nelson’s Pretty Paper. First recorded by Roy Orbison in 1963, this poignant tune was penned by Nelson during his early days as a struggling songwriter in Nashville. Despite Orbison’s initial success with the track, Nelson’s own recording, released in 1979 on his Pretty Paper album, stands as a deeply personal interpretation of a song that is as much about human connection as it is about the season’s spirit.

At its heart, Pretty Paper tells a story that feels both timeless and achingly familiar. Inspired by a true encounter, Nelson’s lyrics recount the image of a street vendor selling ribbons and wrapping paper on the sidewalks of Fort Worth, Texas. This vendor, who walked on crutches due to a physical disability, became a symbol of resilience and unseen struggle amidst the bustling holiday cheer. With just a few lines, Nelson paints a vivid portrait of life on the margins, urging listeners to look beyond the sparkle of tinsel and take notice of the humanity in those often overlooked.

Musically, Nelson’s rendition is understated yet powerful, driven by his signature acoustic guitar and plaintive, unmistakable voice. Unlike the polished orchestration of Orbison’s version, Nelson’s interpretation is imbued with a raw simplicity that allows the song’s emotional depth to take center stage. It’s a reminder of how the holidays can be a time of joy, but also a moment to reflect on empathy and the small acts of kindness that can bring warmth to others.

Pretty Paper is more than just a holiday classic; it’s a testament to Nelson’s ability to weave profound storytelling into music, creating a piece that resonates deeply, year after year.

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Lyrics

The pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won’t pass him by
Should you stop, better not, much too busy
You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue

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