Bottle Rockets and Jingle Bells
Alex Wilson
Description
A raucous and irreverent bluegrass-honky-tonk Christmas anthem celebrating a backwoods holiday filled with fireworks, family, and a whole lot of Southern charm. Imagine a rowdy family gathering where Santa trades his sleigh for a pickup truck, eggnog is spiked a little too generously, and the Christmas spirit is measured in decibels. It's a high-energy, fun-loving ode to a Christmas less ordinary.
Lyrics
[Intro] (Banjo lick, hollerin’ voices in the background) "Y’all better duck—Santa’s comin’ in hot!" [Verse 1] We strung up lights ‘round a busted deer stand, Hung mistletoe right off the propane can. Cousin Earl’s dressed up like a reindeer drunk, Got tinsel stuck in the tailgate junk. [Pre-Chorus] Aunt May’s fruitcake just blew clean apart, We used it for ammo, bless her heart. [Chorus] It’s bottle rockets & jingle bells, Christmas in the holler, raise some hell. Santa lost his hat in a mudhole fight, We’re shootin’ fireworks in the frosty night. If the Good Lord’s watchin’, He’s laughin’ too, ‘Cause this backwoods Christmas is red, white, and boom! [Verse 2] We sled down hills on old truck hoods, Grandpa spiked the eggnog a little too good. Nativity scene got tipped on its side, Baby Jesus ridin’ a four-wheeler tonight. [Pre-Chorus] Neighbors call the sheriff, say “it’s too loud!” But he showed up and joined the crowd. [Chorus] It’s bottle rockets & jingle bells, Christmas in the holler, raise some hell. Grandma’s wrappin’ presents with duct tape rolls, Uncle Joe’s shotgun carols shake your soul. If the Good Lord’s watchin’, He’s laughin’ too, ‘Cause this backwoods Christmas is red, white, and boom! [Bridge] Silent night? Not ‘round here, We’re singin’ “YEE-HAW” with a case of beer. Snow angel’s packin’ a Roman candle, This Yuletide spirit’s too wild to handle. [Instrumental Break] (Banjo solo over chorus chords, building in intensity) [Final Chorus] It’s bottle rockets & jingle bells, Christmas in the holler, raise some hell. Santa’s sleigh caught fire, but he’s all right, Ridin’ Dolly the pickup through the mountain night. If the Good Lord’s watchin’, He’s laughin’ too, ‘Cause this backwoods Christmas is red, white, and boom! [Outro] (Sounds of fireworks, dogs barkin’, fiddles squealin’) “Merry Christmas, y’all… duck your heads!” (Fade out with a final firework explosion)