Brad Paisley – Lit (Guitar)

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Well, the family drove in for the holidays

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From three different timezones and five different states

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And this Christmas is going to be

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A nightmare

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Well, my brother-in-law hit an 8-point buck

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And threw it in the back of his truck

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And told the children it was Rudolph

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Now they're all cryin', he's just laughin'

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My wife ran out and said, "What just happened?"

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And I just went inside and poured some Smirnoff

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'Cause we put up a tree, string up the lights

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So much for silent night

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Never mind the eggnog, pass me that fifth

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Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave

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Me and that Christmas tree

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We're both gonna be lit

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Well, we ran out of Pepto and clean underwear

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Diana cooked the turkey medium-rare

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But I'll say this, for once it wasn't dry

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Now we're handin' out gifts and it's gettin' romantic

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Aunt Linda just got a handmade ceramic

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Ashtray from Uncle Jay and it made her cry

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We put up a tree, string up the lights

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This time of year, there's nothin' like

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The smell of pumpkin pie and cigarettes

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Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave

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Me and that Christmas tree, the plastic nativity

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And Aunt Linda's Camel are gonna be lit

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There's always cases of COVID now

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And cases of cold Natty Light

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Someone always Ubers to Christmas Eve church

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'Cause they're too tipsy to drive

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When the sweet sounds of giggles and laughter

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Turn into spoiled little screams

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Every year, I am reminded

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Why dry January's a thing

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So much for silent night

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It's the sound of little angels throwing fits

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Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave

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Me and that Christmas tree

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Oh, no, there's some bulbs burned out I see

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But other than them, we are gonna be lit