| Lyrics: | 'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the trailer
Not a creature was
stirrin'
'Cept a redneck named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba,
Joe was his
middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin
Was a trickle of spittle.
His socks, they were
hung
by the chimney with care,
And therefore there was
a foul stench in the
air.
From out in the yard
There came such a noise
That Bubba got scared
And
rousted the boys.
There was Rufus, 12;
Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin' on 10;
Otis
was 7.
John, George and Chucky
Were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls
So
they let them be.
They jumped in their overalls,
No need for a shirt,
Threw a hat
on each head,
Then turned with a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack
That hung on the
wall.
There were 17 shotguns;
They grabbed them all.
Bubba said to the
young'uns,
"Now hesh up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do
Is wake up yer
Maw."
Maw was expecting
And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the
door
Without making a peep.
They all looked around,
and then they all spit.
The
young'uns asked Bubba,
"Paw, what is it?"
Bubba just stared;
He could not say a
word.
This was just like all of
The stories he'd heard.
It was Santy Claus on the
roof,
Darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know;
They was about to start
shootin'!
They aimed their shotguns
and nearly made a mistake
That would have
resulted
in venison steak.
Bubba hollered out,
"Don't shoot, boys!"
That's
Santy Claus
And he's brought us some toys.-acap |
