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12 Redneck days of Xmas (Lyrics - Jeff Foxworthy)​

(A & B are two people talking) (Lyrics from online lyric site BUT with the corrections to mistakes made - all mis-spelt words are supposed to be spelt that way. ENJOY!!!!)

A: Somebody done been to the wal*mart
B: Man this is the stuff I got for christmas
A: You cleaned up, what you get?

B: Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shot gun shells
Two huntin' dogs
And some parts to a Mustang G.T

A: You fool! You got jipped! thar's twelve days of Christmas!
B: I know that look over there in the corner
A: Thats yours too?
B: Yeah

B: Twelve pack a bud
Elevin wrastlin' tickets
Ten cans of copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of redman
Six cans of spam
Five flannel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shot gun shells
Two huntin' dogs
And some parts to a Mustang G.T

A: Man these aint normal Christmas presents!
B: Naw they redneck gifts
A: Redneck gifts?
B: Yeah, like when you buy your wife earrings that double as fishen luers, or if you can burp the entire chorus of jingle bells, or if you think the nutcracker is something you did off the high dive, or if you've ever miss spelled anything in christmas lights, or if you leave cold beer and pickeled eggs for santa clause.
A: Whats wrong with that?
B: I didnt say anything was wrong with it, its hard to beat

B: Twelve pack a bud
Elevin wrastlin' tickets
Ten cans of copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of redman
Six cans of spam
Five flanel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shot gun shells
Two huntin' dogs
And some parts to a Mustang G.T

A: Well you know you cant consider it a Christmas unless you go down to the penitentiary and visit your momma.
B: You're not listenin' to me get the car key out of your ear, that where the nine years probation comes in. i'm a do it for you again, now listen

B: Twelve pack a bud
Elevin wrastlin' tickets
Ten cans of copenhagen
Nine years probation
Eight table dancers
Seven packs of redman
Six cans of spam
Five flanel shirts
Four big mud tires
Three shot gun shells
Two huntin' dogs
And some parts to a Mustang G.T

B: Are you cryin'?
A: Naw just my allergies
B: Happy Holidays everybody