Santa Is A Good Ole Boy

It's that time of the year, when the folks all talk round here
Bout the big guy with the beard, and his nine 10 point reindeer
And I don't know, if that north pole has a small town honky tonk bar
But if I took him out
For a few 12 ounce ice cold beers deep down at heart

I bet Santa is a good ole boy,
I bet we'd have ourselves good ole time
Pouring whiskey in our nog, Getting rowdy going off
Roading in his chevrolet sleigh ride
From his hat to his buckle to his square toe boots
Bet his neck's bout as red as his silk lined suit
He'd move down south if he had the choice
Yeah I bet Santa is a good ole boy

Don't he always do the giving, it's bout dang time I take him fishing
Show him all that he's been missing,
let him try my Momma's deep fried chicken,
It'll rock his holly jolly jingle bell world,
when he spins around a country girl

I bet Santa is a good ole boy,
I bet we'd have ourselves good ole time
Pouring whiskey in our nog, Getting rowdy going off
Roading in his chevrolet sleigh ride
From his hat to his buckle to his square toe boots
Bet his neck's bout as red as his silk lined suit
He'd move down south if he had the choice
Yeah I bet Santa is a good ole boy

I'd send him home with some cookies and a Bud 6 pack
So when christmas comes around again he'll come on back

I bet Santa is a good ole boy,
I bet we'd have ourselves good ole time
Pouring whiskey in our nog, Getting rowdy going off
Roading in his chevrolet sleigh ride