A Hillbilly Christmas

There's Dasher and Dancer Then Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid Then Donner and Blitzen If you think these are reindeer Then you would be wrong And it's not crazy words In some Christmassy song See, they are my brothers Don't anybody laugh For these are hillbilly names From Polecat Path It's a place in the hills In East Tennesee On the top of a mountain As high as can be Here, Christmas is different There's no reindeer or sleigh We use an old covered wagon It works better that way We make toys in the smoke house For most of the year While smoking our hams 'Til Christmas is near Then we load up the wagon With granny on the reins Her wooden teeth all gummy With rootbeer stains Now the wagon is pulled By my brothers and I We're plumb tuckered out 'Cause people can't fly Well, you get the picture About Christmas in the hills It's a hillbilly adventure On wagon wheels Now there's much more to tell But it's time to run off 'Cause we're loading the wagon Your friend, Rudolph