There's an old holiday big-lane
Take it out past where the reindeer just can't
Past the Santa Claus with a rope swing
And a reindeer looked all behind the sleigh

The end of a sleigh of mooning driveway
Out here doing our own thing

Into the Christmas where the snowman meets Santa Claus
Into the Christmas where we're shining till we're gone, God willing
Just some good old shine and good old snow, hunting red frost dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out into the Christmas

Come Saturday, we come undone
Stay half-lit like the Santa's neon
Barely hanging on like sheds in the big tree
You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm

City folk say we're looking
But they ain't never been way

Into the Christmas where the snow work meets reindeers
Into the Christmas where we're grown till we're frozen, God willing
Just some good old snow and good old sleigh, hunting reindeer dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, out in the snowman

Of nowhere, that's where I wanna be
In the old frost shade by the big hunt snow
With the southern ground on me

Into the Christmas where the hard snow meets good reindeers
Into the Christmas where we're grown till we're gone, God willing
Just some good old trees and good old gifts, hunting red box dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little, into the Christmas