Lyrics:

On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
This guitar to sing a song for you

On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the third day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the forth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the seventh day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the eighth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Eight horses prancing
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the nineth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Nine ladies dancing
Eight horses prancing
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the tenth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Ten bulls a fucking
Nine ladies dancing
Eight horses prancing
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the eleventh day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Eleven fiddlers a fiddling
Ten bulls a fucking
Nine ladies dancing
Eight horses prancing
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you

On the twelveth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Twelve dogs a fucking
Eleven fiddlers a fiddling
Ten bulls a fucking
Nine ladies dancing
Eight horses prancing
Seven long horns standing
Six shooters shooting
Five cans of beans
Four western shirts
Three concho belts
Two cowboy boots
And this guitar to sing a song for you
And you, and you, we're through
Merry Christmas!