A Moonshine Christmas

christmas fast-paced 1930s radio bluegrass, vintage vaudeville, traditional yodeling, mountain female vocal

[Intro]
"Hi-dee-ho, gather 'round folks..."
[Fast banjo roll]
"Let me tell you 'bout the time ol' Santa found our shine!"

[Verse 1]
Down in Appalachia on Christmas Eve night
Santa found a mason jar glowing in moonlight
Old St. Nick took a swig, then two, then three
'Til his cheeks matched the berries on the holly tree
(Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, mountain dew!)

[Instrumental Break: Fiddle and banjo trading licks]

[Verse 2]
The reindeer watched him stumble and sway
As he loaded presents in his mountain way
Stuffing stockings upside down and inside out
While doing his best mountain holler shout
(Hey-di-hey-di-ho-di-lay-ee!)

[Chorus]
Oh Santa hit the jug, hit the jug too hard
Left them presents scattered 'round my backyard
Mmmm-mmm-mmm, what a Christmas sight
When mountain dew met Christmas night!

[Instrumental Break: Mandolin solo, building intensity]

[Verse 3]
He left tire tracks on widow Johnson's roof
When Rudolph missed the landing, there's the proof
The cookies ended up in the chimney stack
And the milk got spilled all down his back
(Fiddle-ee-dee, what did we see!)

[Bridge: Fast-paced clawhammer banjo]
Di-di-dip-dip-dow, watch him go
Stumbling through the mountain snow
Yi-yi-yip-yip-yay, Christmas day
Santa's still feeling that mountain way!

[Verse 4]
By morning light, the evidence was clear
Presents in the chicken coop and wrapped in gear
Christmas trees decorated with long johns and socks
And Santa's hat floating in the watering trough
(Oh-di-lay-ee-oh!)

[Instrumental Break: Dobro slide with high lonesome harmonies]

[Final Verse]
Some say if you listen on a quiet winter night
You can hear Santa swear off shine 'til next Christmastime
But up in them hills where the moonshine flows
Folks still tell the tale of when Santa's nose
Glowed brighter than Rudolph's ever could
All because that mountain dew was just too good!

[Outro: Slowing down]
Mountain dew, mountain dew
What'd it do to poor Santa, what'd it do?
"Well, I reckon that's the last time Santa samples the local spirits!"
[Final banjo roll and fiddle flourish]

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[Intro] "Hi-dee-ho, gather 'round folks..." [Fast banjo roll] "Let me tell you 'bout the time ol' Santa found our shine!" [Verse 1] Down in Appalachia on Christmas Eve night Santa found a mason jar glowing in moonlight Old St. Nick took a swig, then two, then three 'Til his cheeks matched the berries on the holly tree (Yodel-ay-hee-hoo, mountain dew!) [Instrumental Break: Fiddle and banjo trading licks] [Verse 2] The reindeer watched him stumble and sway As he loaded presents in his mountain way Stuffing stockings upside down and inside out While doing his best mountain holler shout (Hey-di-hey-di-ho-di-lay-ee!) [Chorus] Oh Santa hit the jug, hit the jug too hard Left them presents scattered 'round my backyard Mmmm-mmm-mmm, what a Christmas sight When mountain dew met Christmas night! [Instrumental Break: Mandolin solo, building intensity] [Verse 3] He left tire tracks on widow Johnson's roof When Rudolph missed the landing, there's the proof The cookies ended up in the chimney stack And the milk got spilled all down his back (Fiddle-ee-dee, what did we see!) [Bridge: Fast-paced clawhammer banjo] Di-di-dip-dip-dow, watch him go Stumbling through the mountain snow Yi-yi-yip-yip-yay, Christmas day Santa's still feeling that mountain way! [Verse 4] By morning light, the evidence was clear Presents in the chicken coop and wrapped in gear Christmas trees decorated with long johns and socks And Santa's hat floating in the watering trough (Oh-di-lay-ee-oh!) [Instrumental Break: Dobro slide with high lonesome harmonies] [Final Verse] Some say if you listen on a quiet winter night You can hear Santa swear off shine 'til next Christmastime But up in them hills where the moonshine flows Folks still tell the tale of when Santa's nose Glowed brighter than Rudolph's ever could All because that mountain dew was just too good! [Outro: Slowing down] Mountain dew, mountain dew What'd it do to poor Santa, what'd it do? "Well, I reckon that's the last time Santa samples the local spirits!" [Final banjo roll and fiddle flourish]

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