Lyrics:

I was working at the Exxon station
About 40 miles north of Bowling Green
I saw a bright red light
In the darkness of the night
That's when the strangest rig pulled in that I had ever seen
Eight reindeer and an old guy in a red sleigh
I though I smelled Jack Daniels on his clothes
He was fumbling with a map
It was spread out on his lap
He had Hank Williams Jr. cranked up on his radio
That's why I believe that Santa is a redneck
Eatin' barbeque has made him fat
He's got an I Love Earnhardt sticker on the tailgate of his sleigh
And a big white mullet underneath his hat
Through the busted screen door I could see inside
Mrs. Clause was on the couch with tobacco in her mouth
That trailer wern't the only thing thas was double wide
That's why I believe that Santa is a redneck
And I know why the reindeer stay in line
He keeps a rifle there behind him in the gun rack
I'd fly too if I thought he might shoot off my behind
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That's why I believe that Santa is a redneck
Last summer I saw him on the lake
He had a laid back attitude and an outboard Evinrude
Bass fishing from the back of his Red Snake