Santa you look so happy today,

Is it that new paint job on that American made slay,

Or did Mrs. Claus give you a special North Pole treat,

Nah, I heard you like it a little rough, your drinks served neat.

All y’all thinking if you’ve been naughty or nice,

But listen here, I got some clarity, some new advice,

Santa can be bribed, yea he’s got that sugary sweet tooth,

I’m about to drop some knowledge, about to tell the truth.

Milk and cookies that ain’t what he likes,

Get out that punch bowl, make sure it’s spiked,

This Christmas gonna’ be just fine,

Santa dipped into my stash of candy cane moonshine.

80, 100, 151,

Santa likes it dirty,

Yea, he likes to have a bit of fun,

Comin’ down the chimney head first,

Some ho, ho, ho’s with a swear and curse.

Damn Santa, I didn’t know you rolled like that,

All these boys be skinny, and you keepin’ it fat,

All these boys be weak and you lookin’ real jacked,

Not from that Jack and Coke, not from that real long toke,

I know what keeps that dad bod on this jolly bloke.

Milk and cookies that ain’t what he likes,

Get out that punch bowl, make sure it’s spiked,

This Christmas gonna’ be just fine,

Santa dipped into my stash of candy cane moonshine.

A little moonshine is what he likes,

Yea, it’s what he likes.

That flask is full, it’s his libation device.

Look out boys and girls, this boy is more naughty than nice.

Damn Santa, I didn’t know you rolled like that,

All these boys be skinny, and you keepin’ it fat,

All these boys be weak and you lookin’ real jacked,

Not from that Jack and Coke, not from that real long toke,

I know what keeps that dad bod on this jolly bloke.

Milk and cookies that ain’t what he likes,

Get out that punch bowl, make sure it’s spiked,

This Christmas gonna’ be just fine,

Santa dipped into my stash of candy cane moonshine.

It’s all your Santa,

Cheers,

Salud,

L’chaim,

We’re all invited,

Dip into that candy cane moonshine,

That shine,

That candy cane,

Candy cane moonshine.

Let me tell you about last night,

It started with six straight hours of It’s a Wonderful Life,

Then a little cookie smell in the air,

My baby got that cinnamon smell in her hair,

I know what you’re thinkin’, this sounds like a dream,

But let me tell ya, this story gonna’ make you scream.

It started around 11, when the lights went out,

No way to guide that slay, he won’t hear my shout,

Last year the night was oh so white,

This year it was so dull, not very bright,

Now it’s 6am I got this coffee pot on,

Cryin’ by the fire with a sad sad song.

And you wanna know why,

Why this grown boy would cry,

Santa didn’t shimmy down the chimney,

No there were no presents under my tree,

No fishing rod, yea, no PS3.

Hey there baby, I got some news,

I got that Christmas morning blues.

I look out the window and what do I see,

All those boys and girls happy under their tree,

But baby, I got some news, I got that Christmas morning blues.

Yea, I got the blues, those Christmas morning blues.

Rock, rock, rock a bye baby,

Rock, rock, rock, you lady,

I just need to lose, these Christmas morning blues.

And you wanna know why,

Why this grown boy would cry,

Santa didn’t shimmy down the chimney,

No there were no presents under my tree,

No fishing rod, yea, no PS3.

Hey there baby, I got some news,

I got that Christmas morning blues.

I look out the window and what do I see,

All those boys and girls happy under their tree,

But baby, I got some news, I got that Christmas morning blues.

Yea, I got the blues, those Christmas morning blues.

Rock, rock, rock a bye baby,

Rock, rock, rock, you lady,

I just need to lose, these Christmas morning blues.

These Christmas morning blues.

Who ever said that sweater is ugly,

Who ever said those eyes don’t shine,

This Christmas season baby,

I’ll have you all to myself,

Yea, sorry Santa, she’s gonna be just mine.

Just mine,

Mine, all mine.

I’ll tell you what,

Sitting by the fire,

Crick crick crack of the wood,

Lookin’ at you baby,

All I dreamed of is like it should,

Christmas may come every year,

But this year never looked this good,

Yea, Christmas never looked so good.

The jingle jingle in the pocket,

Candy canes so sugary sweet,

No, that can’t be beat.

Christmas never looked so good,

Yea Christmas never looked so good,

This ugly sweater weather,

Couldn’t get no better,

Listening to that crick crick crack of the wood.

Hair like a Gingerbread latte,

Skin like a snowy winter morning,

You and me baby,

Got those eyes locked so crazy,

And Christmas never looked so good.

I’ll tell you what,

Sitting by the fire,

Crick crick crack of the wood,

Lookin’ at you baby,

All I dreamed of is like it should,

Christmas may come every year,

But this year never looked this good,

Yea, Christmas never looked so good.

The jingle jingle in the pocket,

Candy canes so sugary sweet,

No, that can’t be beat.

Christmas never looked so good,

Yea Christmas never looked so good.

Yea, it’s a country kind of Christmas,

The boys are back in town,

The Jack is flowing,

The girls are glowing,

At the ho-ho-ho-hoedown.

Yea, it’s a country kind of Christmas,

The party is goin’ on right here,

We got our sweaters on,

With our favorite Johnny song,

That pecan wood oh so near.

So do me a favor,

Be a good neighbor,

And do a country kind of Christmas this year.

Yea, I got the beers on ice,

It would be so nice,

To do a country Christmas this year.

‘Cause it’s a country kind of Christmas,

Got my two-string on my lap,

We shot us a duck,

Cooked it in our truck,

And now it’s time for a long nap.

Yea, that country kind of Christmas,

You gotta do it before you die,

Yea before it’s too late,

You better circle this date,

To grab my sweet potato pie.

Yea, it’s a country kind of Christmas,

The boys are back in town,

The Jack is flowing,

The girls are glowing,

At the ho-ho-ho-hoedown.

Yea, it’s a country kind of Christmas,

The party is goin’ on right here,

We got our sweaters on,

With our favorite Johnny song,

That pecan wood oh so near.

So do me a favor,

Be a good neighbor,

And do a country kind of Christmas this year.

Yea, I got the beers on ice,

It would be so nice,

To do a country Christmas this year.

A country kind of Christmas,

Let’s do a country kind of Christmas,

A country kind of Christmas this year.

That fog hasn’t cleared yet,

Liquor me up,

Spike it good,

We got twelve days to party,

So let’s go.

It’s 10am, damn those bennies looking good,

That neon orange sauce glistening like it should,

Marty’s got those johnny’s on the griddle right now,

That sizzle turn you straight, damn I don’t know how.

Three hour karaoke, we jingle all the way,

Damn you lookin’ fine, I might even say you slay,

Ho, ho, ho, drinkin’ all night, and party all day,

Yea, ho, ho, ho, we be partyin’ all day.

Twelve days ‘til you’re back to the slog,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

Twelve days like a lump on a log,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

11am, that fog not done cleared up,

Need that defrost button like my Ram pickup truck,

See a lil’ light from the break of day,

Windshield white but my head it’s feeln’ grey.

Three hour karaoke, we jingle all the way,

Damn you lookin’ fine, I might even say you slay,

Ho, ho, ho, drinkin’ all night, and party all day,

Yea, ho, ho, ho, we be partyin’ all day.

Twelve days ‘til you’re back to the slog,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

Twelve days like a lump on a log,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

Liquor me up,

Spike it good,

We got twelve days to party,

That nog lookin’ like it should

Just twelve more days, gettin’ back to the slog,

Eleven am, sittin’ like a log,

Stomach says stop, but my brain says stay,

Damn you lookin’ good in your bright red slay.

You slay and slay and slay.

Three hour karaoke, we jingle all the way,

Damn you lookin’ fine, I might even say you slay,

Ho, ho, ho, drinkin’ all night, and party all day,

Yea, ho, ho, ho, we be partyin’ all day.

Twelve days ‘til you’re back to the slog,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

Twelve days like a lump on a log,

Right now, you’re in an eggnog fog.

Prays, prays, prays,

It stays, stays, stays,

So god bless these twelve days.

These days they are so sugary sweet,

These days they go by so fast,

These days they come and go,

Let’s just make it last.

These nights with you out by the fire,

These nights with you no they never tire,

These nights they just come and go,

These nights make them go much more slow.

Days and nights,

And nights and days,

I pray and pray and pray and pray,

That you stay and stay and stay and stay.

Stay all month, and stay all year,

Stay with me, don’t have no fear,

That smile it will look so bright,

When you’re in my warm embrace tonight.

God, I feel so damn blessed,

God, how did she fit in that dress,

I serve you well,

But, I feel like every day’s a test,

My love for her, damn I just want the best,

So god bless these twelve days.

God bless her, god bless these lights,

God bless these twelve merry nights,

God bless all those reindeer in the snow,

God bless all those stars that glow.

Prays, prays, prays,

It stays, stays, stays,

And god bless these twelve days.

May god bless these twelve days.

Days and nights,

And nights and days,

I pray and pray and pray and pray,

That you stay and stay and stay and stay.

Prays, prays, prays,

It stays, stays, stays,

And god bless these twelve days.

May god bless these twelve days.

A little pick me up in the hunting lodge,

A little come to daddy in the oh-five Dodge,

Truck, you got that giddy giddy up,

Stuck, yea, can never get enough.

Only a few more hours, gonna make it through,

Got that flask of bulleit tucked away in my shoe,

You sittin’ there with that peppermint frap,

I’m sittin’ here with this six-string on my lap,

Another day, yea, I’m ‘bout to get real lost,

Singin’ some Morgan Wallen and hitting that Jack Frost sauce.

Yea, I heard a bell, I heard my cue,

Time to pour another, throw back just a few,

Santa’s on his way, gonna’ rescue me,

We ‘bout to set up camp, in that ol’ pine tree,

Tellin’ stories about them friday nights and those fishing trips,

About them tight red skirts, damn I heard she can really swing them hips.

Only a few more hours, gonna make it through,

Got that flask of bulleit tucked away in my shoe,

You sittin’ there with that peppermint frap,

I’m sittin’ here with this six-string on my lap.

Another day, yea, I’m ‘bout to get real lost,

Singin’ some Morgan Wallen and hitting that Jack Frost sauce.

You hitting that Jack Frost sauce,

Get lost in that Jack Frost sauce,

Yea, we about to get real lost,

In that sweet Jack Frost sauce.

A little pick me up in the hunting lodge,

A little come to daddy in the oh-five Dodge,

Truck, you got that giddy giddy up,

Stuck, yea, can never get enough.

You hitting that Jack Frost sauce,

Get lost in that Jack Frost sauce,

Yea, we about to get real lost,

In that sweet Jack Frost sauce.

Only a few more hours, gonna make it through,

Got that flask of bulleit tucked away in my shoe,

You sittin’ there with that peppermint frap,

I’m sittin’ here with this six-string on my lap.

Another day, yea, I’m ‘bout to get real lost,

Singin’ some Morgan Wallen and hitting that Jack Frost sauce.

That sweet Jack Frost sauce,

Jack Frost sauce,

Hit, hit, hit, hitting that Jack Frost sauce.

8AM, looking out that window, what a time to be alive,

Laying in bed, with Charlie here by my side,

Snowflakes are pouring down your cheek,

Those lips like maple syrup, tasting so sugary sweet.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I know one thing for sure,

Put your mind at ease, you don’t need to worry no more,

‘Cause I got my six string under my right arm,

Got that two-gauge punt gun hanging down on the farm.

I got that peppermint candy under my tongue,

I got that Florida coastal breeze flowing through each lung,

You got that red and white hat covering your hair,

You got that loose fitting pjs making all the boys stare.

Break out the Jack, tip it in a little Swiss Miss,

You can seal the deal with a big wet kiss,

I’m in Christmas bliss,

Yea, I’m in Christmas bliss.

I’ve seen what heaven looks like today,

Go on Charlie, we got that yellow sand, now go out and play,

Some people dream that their Christmas looks so white,

But damn baby, I don’t want to ever see no silly site.

This is some bliss, some bliss, oh some bliss.

Break out the Jack, tip it in a little Swiss Miss,

You can seal the deal with a big wet kiss,

I’m in Christmas bliss,

Yea, I’m in Christmas bliss.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I know one thing for sure,

Put your mind at ease, you don’t need to worry no more,

‘Cause I got my six string under my right arm,

Got that two-gauge punt gun hanging down on the farm.

Break out the Jack, tip it in a little Swiss Miss,

You can seal the deal with a big wet kiss,

I’m in Christmas bliss,

Yea, I’m in Christmas bliss.

I got that peppermint candy under my tongue,

I got that Florida coastal breeze flowing through each lung,

You got that red and white hat covering your hair,

You got that loose fitting pjs making all the boys stare.

Break out the Jack, tip it in a little Swiss Miss,

You can seal the deal with a big wet kiss,

I’m in Christmas bliss,

Yea, I’m in Christmas bliss.

Moonshine liquor flowing through my veins,

That cool chill breeze blowing over,

My skin heavy from that hickory smoke,

Tryin’ so hard to get myself sober.

You in the corner by the fire so warm,

Fresh rosewater in the foyer,

That crack, that spark just fillin’ the air,

That look on your face, gotta call my lawyer.

9-1-1, got an emergency here,

While you’re at it, call the doc,

Sweet molasses smell of your hair,

Time stands still on that ‘ol hickory clock.

So damn baby, I got just one wish this year,

I know you’ll make it come true,

Give me that passion,

Give me that I love you,

Give me that Christmas,

That Christmas in Jackson.

You’re that hotty toddy girl off of fifty five,

Damn, you rebel girls are danger,

Like that citrus smell of the orange grove,

Virgin tears in the manger.

You’re daddy’s little girl with the tinsel red,

You got that shine, that golden sparkle,

You’re a product of the sweet sweet dixie,

Our own southern dutchess miss markle.

All those years at the wishing well,

Those pennies rustin’ like that Chevy,

You’ve been here all this time now girl,

Remember back when we went to Johnson’s levy.

So damn baby, I got just one wish this year,

I know you’ll make it come true,

Give me that passion,

Give me that I love you,

Give me that Christmas,

That Christmas in Jackson.

Yea, give me that passion,

That Christmas in Jackson.

That Mississippi mud as thick as blood,

That southern charm here down on the farm,

Yea, give me that passion,

That Christmas in Jackson.

So damn baby, I got just one wish this year,

I know you’ll make it come true,

Give me that passion,

Give me that I love you,

So give me, give me give me, give me,

That Christmas in Jackson.

I’ll see you in the heartland,

I’ll see you at first light,

I’ll be the one by your side,

I’ll be with you every day and night.

I’ll right all those wrongs,

I’ll stop right by where you start,

I’ll get the fire going bright now,

I’ll give a piece of me, yes my heart.

This year it was disaster,

Yea, it was my bad, it was my fault,

This year could not go by faster,

No need to rub it in, pour in that salt.

What’s a poor boy to do,

But promise I’ll make it up to you,

Next year under the mistletoe,

Under the mistletoe.

I’ll see you under that sweet moonlight,

I’ll see that hair with frozen tips,

I’ll be the one by your side,

I’ll taste that sweet molasses on those lips.

I’ll cook until I’m wiped out,

I’ll bake until I’m numb,

I’ll rub those sweet feet now,

I’ll keep you right under my thumb.

This year it was disaster,

Yea, it was my bad, it was my fault,

This year could not go by faster,

No need to rub it in, pour in that salt.

What’s a poor boy to do,

But promise I’ll make it up to you,

Next year under the mistletoe,

Under the mistletoe.

Let’s face some simple truths now,

Let’s put out some hard cold facts,

This has been brewing for a long time,

Let’s not put on this fake little act.

But I promise it’s all over,

It’s all done, it’s in the past,

I’m down for a fresh start now,

I’m here to make it last.

Yea, I’m here to make it last,

Last, last, last, last.

This year it was disaster,

Yea, it was my bad, it was my fault,

This year could not go by faster,

No need to rub it in, pour in that salt.

What’s a poor boy to do,

But promise I’ll make it up to you,

Next year under the mistletoe,

Under the mistletoe.

I’ll make it up to you,

Under that mistletoe,

Toe, oh, oh, oh.

Got that Christmas card in the mail today,

Three, four, five, of you smiling so wide,

Got that kick to the gut this morning,

You will never be here, right by my side.

Got that stinging feeling in the air today,

Not the sting of those pine needles, oh no,

Got that feeling that go right to my head,

Been almost ten since I let you go.

I’m red and green with envy of you,

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do,

Been grindin’ away,

Waitin’ for that bright sunny day,

But I should have had a few.

No all I got is this sad sad song,

And this Christmas card to remind me of you.

Of you, of you, of you, of you.

I’m red and green with envy of you.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do,

Been grindin’ away,

Waitin’ for that bright sunny day,

But I should have had a few.

Envy,

Yea envy,

Tree in the background, lights sparkling in the air,

You look so pretty in that sweater,

Hair blowing like you don’t have a care.

Damn, what have I been doin’ all these years,

Chasin’ that green never did me no good,

Right there next to you is where I should,

Yea, I should be,

But I’m here with envy,

Of you in front of that tree.

I’m red and green with envy of you,

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do,

Been grindin’ away,

Waitin’ for that bright sunny day,

But I should have had a few.

No all I got is this sad sad song,

And this Christmas card to remind me of you.

Of you, of you, of you, of you.

I’m red and green with envy of you.

Santa wears a Stetson,

And want to know how I know,

I’ve seen him blasting Johnny,

While mushing through the snow.

Yea, Santa wears a Stetson,

So be good all you girls and boys,

I heard a rumor down yonder,

Cowboys give way better toys.

Santa wears a Stetson,

And so does Mrs. Claus,

He’s a new sheriff in town,

You’ll obey all mom and dad’s laws.

Yea, Santa wears a Stetson,

In the winter the color white,

So get out those milk and cookies,

And brush off that rusty site.

Santa wears a Stetson,

I don’t care what all y’all heard,

I’m an old fashioned man of honor,

You can take me at my word.

So get out those boots and say a big yee-ha,

Yee-ha,

Get that chimney ready,

Wake up your ma and pa.

Santa wears a Stetson,

And want to know how I know,

I’ve seen him blasting Johnny,

While mushing through the snow.

Yea, Santa wears a Stetson,

So be good all you girls and boys,

I heard a rumor down yonder,

Cowboys give way better toys.

So get out those boots and say a big yee-ha,

Yee-ha,

Get that chimney ready,

Wake up your ma and pa.

Santa wears a Stetson,

And so does Mrs. Claus,

He’s a new sheriff in town,

You’ll obey all mom and dad’s laws.

Yea, Santa wears a Stetson,

In the winter the color white,

So get out those milk and cookies,

And brush off that rusty site.

Santa wears a Stetson,

I don’t care what all y’all heard,

I’m an old fashioned man of honor,

You can take me at my word.

So get out those boots and say a big yee-ha,

Yee-ha,

Get that chimney ready,

Wake up your ma and pa.

Santa wears a Stetson,

Yea, Santa wears a Stetson,

Santa wears a Stetson,

Yee-ha.

Dasher what you thinking,

What are those things running ‘round in your head,

Dancer what you wishing,

I see those ballroom champions floating on top of your bed.

Prancer what you wearing,

Are those PJs a bit too tight,

Vixen what you seeing,

Santa out in front, what a beautiful site.

Rudolph don’t be nervous,

Your time will come,

You’ll have your time to shine,

Your time in the reindeer sun.

So rest my little children,

Yea, rest my little children tonight,

Rest, rest, rest, tomorrow, you have a long, long flight,

Rest, rest, rest, on that pillow red and green,

And have some sweet,

Yea, have some sweet, reindeer dreams.

Comet where you flying,

Make it a short fun trip,

Cupid who you loving,

I see that name on your tongue, yea it’s on the tip.

Donner what you giving,

I bet that gift is from heaven above,

Hey there my Blitzen, I didn’t forget about you,

I love all my little children, I’ll shower you with love.

So rest my little children,

Yea, rest my little children tonight,

Rest, rest, rest, tomorrow, you have a long, long flight,

Rest, rest, rest, on that pillow red and green,

And have some sweet,

Yea, have some sweet, reindeer dreams.

Hey my little Rudolph, I see you trembling with fear,

I’ll tell you little boy,

Sweet dreams, your time is near,

So let me see that smile,

This ain’t no time for no tears.

Have some sweet, sweet reindeer dreams,

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, reindeer dreams.

That ugly, ugly, sweater, damn, it looks pretty on you,

Baby, don’t you worry,

That’s why I love ya,

Yea, that’s why I said I do.

I do, I don’t, I won’t ever make those tears flow down,

I do, I don’t, you won’t ever hear me make that sound.

So let’s have an ugly sweater party,

An ugly sweater party,

My heaven is right here, yea it’s been found.

That ugly, ugly, sweater, damn, it looks pretty on you,

Baby, don’t you worry,

That’s why I love ya,

Yea, that’s why I said I do.

I do, I don’t, you’re the tinsel on my tree,

I do, I don’t, there won’t ever be nothing prettier to me,

So let’s have an ugly sweater party,

An ugly sweater party,

My heaven is right here, I’m the lock, and you’re the key.

Damn, that ugly sweater looks pretty on you,

I don’t care if it’s red, if it’s green, or even if it’s blue,

Damn that ugly sweater,

Hot damn that ugly sweater, that beautiful cotton and wool,

Hot damn that ugly sweater, saddle up on daddy’s tractor pull.

That ugly, ugly, sweater, damn, it looks pretty on you,

Baby, don’t you worry,

That’s why I love ya,

Yea, that’s why I said I do.

I do, I don’t, I won’t ever make those tears flow down,

I do, I don’t, you won’t ever hear me make that sound.

So let’s have an ugly sweater party,

An ugly sweater party,

My heaven is right here, yea it’s been found.

Ugly sweater,

Ugly, ugly, sweater,

Yea, that ugly, ugly, sweater.

Nothing could be better than this ugly sweater weather.

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You delivered all those beautiful toys,

Hey St. Nick, you are a real good dude,

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You made billions of happy girls and boys.

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You don’t find that work ethic no more,

Hey St. Nick, we need a few just like you,

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You saved me that trip to the store.

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

Put them feet on up on the table,

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

I’ll put those good boys back in the stable.

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

Those cookies and milk are all for you,

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

Mama even left you some stew.

So don’t let it get cold,

I’ll stay up all night keeping it warm,

Through the chill, through the storm.

And wake up to shake Santa’s hand,

You delivered all those beautiful toys,

Hey St. Nick, you are a real good dude,

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You made billions of happy girls and boys.

I’ll wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You don’t find that work ethic no more,

Hey St. Nick, we need a few just like you,

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You saved me that trip to the store.

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

We’re blessed to have you stay,

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

I’ll polish and clean that red slay.

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

You’re an American, yea all the way,

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

We’re blessed to have you stay.

So the boys can wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

Touch those roughneck wrinkles all over,

Yea, wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

Now go on, do your chores, start here with Rover.

Wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You wish you can wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

Let’s all wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

Wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

Hey St. Nick, you are a real good dude,

You delivered all those beautiful toys,

I want to wake up and shake Santa’s hand,

You made billions of happy girls and boys.

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

You’re an American, yea all the way,

Oh Santa Claus, oh Santa Claus,

We’re blessed to have you stay.

So wake up and shake Santa’s hand.

That orange hue glistens, yea, most of the year,

But this one day we get a lil darker,

And bring that holly jolly Christmas cheer.

No you ain’t seein’ things,

No we ain’t rollin’ with that tide,

No you ain’t got amnesia,

No I ain’t takin’ you for a ride.

Dawgs, they still don’t got no bite,

That big burly man on his slay,

Damn, that’s such a welcome site.

Gonna volunteer this piece of advice to you,

And do with it what you will,

Take it between the hedges,

And even down to Ben Hill.

We turnin’ Tennessee red,

Get that shade out of your head,

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

That’s right,

Mmm, hmm.

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

Ho, ho, ho, get under that mistletoe,

The tinsel is glistens red and green,

No you ain’t goin’ crazy,

No you ain’t late to the scene.

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

Yea, we turnin’ Tennessee red,

Get that shade out of your head,

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

That’s right,

Mmm, hmm.

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

That orange hue glistens, yea, most of the year,

But this one day we get a lil darker,

And bring that holly jolly Christmas cheer.

Ho, ho, ho, get under that mistletoe,

The tinsel is glistens red and green,

No you ain’t goin’ crazy,

No you ain’t late to the scene.

We turnin’ Tennessee red.

We’re singing a country carol,

With a bottle of Jack,

A saddle on our back,

Staring down that Winchester barrel.

Yea, we’re singing a country carol,

So gather all your kin,

I don’t care what state you’re in,

If you’re Louie, Cindy, or even Darryl.

Oh, this country carol is strong,

We’ll sing it all night long,

‘Til the horse is back in the stable,

Or we’re no longer able.

‘Cause this whisky got us woozy,

Picked up a saloon singing floozy,

And she’ll drink you under the table.

Let’s all sing us a country carol,

A country carol.

So get your bottle of Jack,

Put a saddle on your back,

And stare down that Winchester barrel.

And sing us a country carol,

A country carol.

Yea, we’re singing a country carol,

So gather all your kin,

I don’t care what state you’re in,

If you’re Louie, Cindy, or even Darryl.

Hey Mr. Frost,

Yea, you Jack,

Get that boy Rudolph.

Tell Santa to put down his sack.

We’re about to sing this country carol,

Go all night long,

Singin’ so strong,

‘Til the horses go back to the stable.

Or we’re no longer able.

‘Cause this whisky got us woozy,

Picked up a saloon singing floozy,

And she’ll drink you under the table.

Let’s all sing us a country carol,

A country carol.

Sorry sir, with respect Mr. Berlin,

We got a little disagreement you see,

This ain’t no Holiday Inn,

We down here where the palm trees grow,

Where the trucks are painted pink,

And we don’t got that kind of snow.

Yea, we down here where the jellys sting,

Where the girls are wild,

Yea, down where them samba bells ring,

You better get one thing straight,

There ain’t no cherries here,

Please go out west for your bing.

Daydreamin’ that scratch on my toes,

That sweet aroma on my nose,

You glistening next to me right here,

I need a white sand Christmas,

Yea, I need a white sand Christmas this year.

I got that peppermint moonshine,

Clear as the water on this day,

I got that waterproof pigskin,

So come on in and let's play.

I see that little Christmas tree under the sea,

Wrapped in some tinsel of coral hues,

I see that my wish come true,

Yea, that starfish matches them baby blues.

Daydreamin’ that scratch on my toes,

That sweet aroma on my nose,

You glistening next to me right here,

I need a white sand Christmas,

Yea, I need a white sand Christmas this year.

Sorry sir, with respect Mr. Berlin,

We got a little disagreement you see,

This ain’t no Holiday Inn,

We down here where the palm trees grow,

Where the trucks are painted pink,

And we don’t got that kind of snow.

We need a white sand Christmas,

A white sand Christmas,

A white, white, white, sand Christmas, this year,

This year,

This year.

Daydreamin’ that scratch on my toes,

That sweet aroma on my nose,

You glistening next to me right here,

I need a white sand Christmas,

Yea, I need a white sand Christmas this year.

Green winds blowing in a circle,

White whistling fields so deep,

Peace to you when you are awaken,

Restful glimmering lights as you sleep.

These springs they spring eternal,

These falls yea they tend what you reap,

Hush little baby in the meadow,

That shimmering metal in the light,

Grab your kin and hold them so tight.

Not when it enters, not when the magic you keep,

Those crystal shapes are a tumbling,

So hush little baby in the meadow,

Restful glimmering lights as you sleep,

Like those winters in Bethlehem.

Those winters in Bethlehem in my memory,

The cold chill right to the bone,

The shepherd he has his flock ready,

The animals track where they roam,

The cold stream through the toes of the fisherman,

The wood it cracks loud in his home.

These springs they spring eternal,

These falls yea they tend what you reap,

Hush little baby in the meadow,

That shimmering metal in the light,

Grab your kin and hold them so tight.

Not when it enters, not when the magic you keep,

Those crystal shapes are a tumbling,

So hush little baby in the meadow,

Restful glimmering lights as you sleep,

Like those winters in Bethlehem.

Winters in Bethlehem,

Winters in Bethlehem.

Hush little baby in the meadow,

Like those winters in Bethlehem.

Hence forth we come out from the shadow,

Like those winters in Bethlehem.

That rough arabian sand blowing through my hair,

Among the chaos I sometimes sit and stare,

Thinking of you, that thick July Georgia moon,

You were the little and me playing that big ol’ spoon.

One-eight-two, no one-eight-one, more days under this damn ol’ sun,

Thirteen lost, and forteen gone, while I clean this rusted ol’ gun,

My mind torn to pieces, my memories to shreds,

Thinking of you in that egyptian cotton thread bed.

Some boys pray for tickets, some other for fishing gear,

One buddy for a puppy, and other that the test don’t come back clear,

But you know what I pray for all day,

You know what I dream of all night,

That you’ll be under the tree,

At Christmas light.

You’re the best present of all,

Yea, I dream about it all spring, summer, and fall,

The yellow sand will turn white,

You’ll be such a beautiful site,

At that Christmas light,

You’ll be under the tree,

At that Christmas light.

Some boys pray for tickets, some other for fishing gear,

One buddy for a puppy, and other that the test don’t come back clear,

But you know what I pray for all day,

You know what I dream of all night,

That you’ll be under the tree,

At Christmas light.

That rough arabian sand blowing through my hair,

Among the chaos I sometimes sit and stare,

Thinking of you, that thick July Georgia moon,

You were the little and me playing that big ol’ spoon.

One-eight-two, no one-eight-one, more days under this damn ol’ sun,

Thirteen lost, and forteen gone, while I clean this rusted ol’ gun,

My mind torn to pieces, my memories to shreds,

Thinking of you in that egyptian cotton thread bed.

Some boys pray for tickets, some other for fishing gear,

One buddy for a puppy, and other that the test don’t come back clear,

But you know what I pray for all day,

You know what I dream of all night,

That you’ll be under the tree,

At Christmas light.

You’re the best present of all,

Yea, I dream about it all spring, summer, and fall,

The yellow sand will turn white,

You’ll be such a beautiful site,

At that Christmas light,

You’ll be under the tree,

At that Christmas light.

At that Christmas light,

Light, ight, ight, ight,

You’ll be under that tree,

Just you and me,

Under that tree, ee, ee, ee,

At that Christmas light.