Oooooooo
Merry Christmas quaint hick.
Christmas comes this time each year

Well way down home, in the hills that's rolled,
There's a tale about Christmas,
That is seldom told.
There's this real brainless cat and red is his neck,
And he spent his years drivin' his pick-up wreck.

He's the pickled brained hick,
Pickled brained hick.
He's the pickled brained hick,
Pickled brained hick.

Down at Billy Bobs shed, we go and get a lick,
Stuff will whop on your noggin' like a full steed kick.
It's candy for the head make your jack jump jill,
You can use it just like gas or your fire grill.

He's the pickled brained hick,
Pickled brained hick.
He's the pickled quaint hick,
Pickled quaint hick.

Run run John Deere
Run run John Deere
Whoaa
Run run John Deere
Run run John Deere

Then in dropped this one,

Now droppin' to the snow came this night Christmas eve,
Was a half a dozen deer; no flight can achieve.
Hick got a couple bottles, of Billy Bob's supplies,
He got boozin' every deer 'til they take back the skies.

Just a pickled brained trick,
Pickled brain trick.
Twas the pickled quaint hick,
Pickled quaint hick.

Oooooooo
Savin' Christmas quaint hick,
Christmas saved in time this year.

Oooooooo
Merry Christmas Saint Nick,
Christmas saved in time this year.

Oooooooo
Savin' Christmas quaint hick,
Christmas saved in time this year.