Mistletoe & Mud Tires
Alex Wilson
Description
A heartwarming country-pop Christmas anthem celebrating small-town holiday traditions, complete with mistletoe, mud tires, and the magic of rural romance. Alex Wilson's catchy tune blends festive imagery with the down-to-earth charm of a country Christmas, making it the perfect soundtrack for a holiday tailgate party or a cozy night by the fire.
Lyrics
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. Yeah, every year it's the same old scene, But baby, with you, it's a Christmas dream. Breakdown / Chant Hey! Ho! Mud tires in the mistletoe! (x2) Final Chorus (up a whole step) 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.