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Well the steering wheel's a little too hot to handle Mercury's rising like a downright scandal Feels like I'm heading down to the South land It's the time of the year when the tinsel goes up We've got plenty of candles if the power goes out I love the South at Christmas time I want the AC on while we wait for the warning For the twisters the weatherman said were coming Ten cups of sweet tea and nine 'Bless your heart's Cause all I want is Christmas in the South 'Ramblin' Man' on the radio, gossip after church and rock'n'roll Five jars of shine and four 'How's your ma?' Cause all I really want is a Christmas in the South Well I think it's too hot for an ugly sweater Rolling around in this good time weather Think I might just stick to a beer or two Oh I can't wait to go and hug my mama Watch the game until it's time for supper Yelling at the TV to 'Roll Tide Roll' I want the AC on while we wait for the warning For the twisters the weatherman said were coming Ten cups of sweet tea and nine 'Bless your heart's Cause all I want is Christmas in the South 'Ramblin' Man' on the radio, gossip after church and rock'n'roll Five jars of shine and four 'How's your ma?' Cause all I really want is a Christmas in the South Well all I need is my family, friends and a cold one please Santa, don't you think you could hook it all up for me I want the AC on while we wait for the warning For the twisters the weatherman said were coming Ten cups of sweet tea and nine 'Bless your heart's Cause all I want is Christmas in the South 'Ramblin' Man' on the radio, gossip after church and rock'n'roll Five jars of shine and four 'How's your ma?' Cause all I really want is a Christmas in the South Yeah all I really want is a Christmas in the South Oh, take me down, take me down baby
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