Mistletoe & Mud Tires

[verse 1] Stringin’ porch-light halos on the pole-barn beam, Dad says “try the other outlet”—boom, we lit the creek. Mama’s cocoa working overtime, cinnamon choir, Aunt June slips bourbon “just a splash” to warm the wires. [pre-chorus] We don’t get snow most years, but baby we get glow— Two-lane tinsel, mailbox mistletoe. [chorus] Mistletoe & mud tires, kiss me by the tailgate light, Santa ain’t got four-wheel drive—but we do, tonight. Taillights paint a candy-cane line down County Nine, Merry Christmas from the two-lane sky. Mistletoe & mud tires, porch-light angels for a choir, Hold me close and spin the gravel white. [verse 2] Last-minute angel tree at Walmart, grab a bow, Sheriff wavin’ traffic while the choir starts “O Holy Night” slow. Baby Jesus zip-tied to my dash rides shotgun miles, Every road home looks like Christmas when you smile. [pre-chorus] Radio plays “Blue Christmas,” we’re off-key brave— If love’s the fire, let the tailgate blaze. [chorus] Mistletoe & mud tires, kiss me by the tailgate light, Santa ain’t got four-wheel drive—but we do, tonight. Taillights paint a candy-cane line down County Nine, Merry Christmas from the two-lane sky. Mistletoe & mud tires, porch-light angels for a choir, Hold me close and spin the gravel white. [bridge] It ain’t the gifts or perfect snow—it’s your hand in mine, Windows fog, hearts thaw; baby, that’s divine. [breakdown] Hey! Ho! Mud tires in the mistletoe! Hey! Ho! Mud tires in the mistletoe! [final chorus] Mistletoe & mud tires, kiss me by the tailgate light, Santa ain’t got four-wheel drive—but we do, tonight. Taillights paint a candy-cane line down County Nine, Merry Christmas from the two-lane sky. Mistletoe & mud tires—baby, say you’ll never tire, Ho-ho-hold me where the gravel shines. [tag] Mistletoe & mud tires.