B1 Songs 1. Poor Redneck Kinda' Christmas 2. Dolly 3. Retribution

1. Poor Redneck Kinda' Christmas

I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
It’s always the best Christmas when you cut down your own tree
I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
One that’s all about Jesus and family

We’re too poor to buy all the decorations
Strings of popcorn and homemade ornaments it’ll be
Might not even buy no wrappin’ paper
We’ll get brown bags from the grocery store for free

I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
It’s always the best Christmas when you cut down your own tree
I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
One that’s all about Jesus and family

Everyone will be singing Christmas carols
And you know there’s always drama in the family
The boys are gonna hunt us a duck or turkey
Mom and Grandma in the kitchen cooking for everybody

I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
It’s always the best Christmas when you cut down your own tree
I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
One that’s all about Jesus and family

Got our fancy plates out, yeah their paper
And red Solo cups, Christmas colors, so Christmasy
Best of all we’ll get new socks and underware
No more wearing these ones that are holy

Yeah I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
It’s always the best Christmas when you cut down your own tree
I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
One that’s all about Jesus and family

I hope you have a poor redneck kinda Christmas
Maybe then you’d appreciate being poor like me

2. Dolly

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I’m begging of you please come get your man
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I don’t want him and I don’t give a damn

You are physically beyond compare
With huge breasts and golden hair
With flawless skin and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen
Your smile will make satan blush
and a voice beautiful as an angel's chorus
No one can compete with you
Dolly

He speaks of you all the time
And I’m pretty sure he’s lying
When he says he’s done with you
Dolly

And I can't even understand
How you could want to keep this man
Because you can do so much better
Dolly

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I’m begging of you please come get your man
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
Please come get this lyin’ cheatin’ man

He is not my choice of man
And I can never trust him again
I’m not the only one he cheated with
Dolly

I had to send this letter to you
Before I get rid of him for you
Meet me behind the Opry
Dolly

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I’m begging of you please come get your man
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
Please come get him before he leaves in the coroner’s van
Signed, Jolene

3. Retribution

Can you handle old country comeback
Can you hang with a little twang
How about some steel guitar
Or sax to make you sway and sang

How about a little fiddle
Oh that reminds me
The Devil was back in town
And he was after me

Got a country girl reputation
Can you walk in my boots
Pull up them straps boys
We’re about to cut loose

Gonna dance with the Devil
Be in church by Sunday Morn
He wants retribution
From Johnny he’s sworn

Better put on them boots Satan
You done stepped in deep
As Johnny’s kin I dance to win
For my soul to keep

Now we’re not down in Georgia
Cause I moved to Tennessee
And the Devil didn’t get the Memo
That the South is God’s country

How about a little fiddle boys
And Devil my boots are blessed
I don’t need no boots of Gold
And I’m about to show you why I’m the best

Gonna dance with the Devil
Be in church by Sunday Morn
He wants retribution
From Johnny he’s sworn

Better put them boots on Satan
You done stepped in deep
As Johnny’s kin I dance to win
For my soul to keep

Boys hit that fiddle
Play some steel guitar
The south will always win
We ‘re tearing down this bar

Devil try to keep up
I wanna sway to a little sax
You sure look outta breath
Kickin’ the devil’s ass

Gonna dance with the Devil
Be in church by Sunday Morn
He wants retribution
From Johnny he’s sworn

Better put on them boots baby
You done stepped in deep
As Johnny’s kin, I dance to win
For my soul to keep

When the song had finished
the devil sat down on the floor
he pulled off them golden boots
to give me that he had wore

But as the Devil walked out
I threw them back at him
And said Stay out the south
This is God’s country
And you will never win

Yeah I danced with the Devil
was in church by Sunday Morn
He wanted retribution
From Johnny he had sworn

I threw them boots back at him
Yeah the devil stepped in deep
Now he knows the south’
Is God’s country
Right here in the Bible belt
Our souls we’re gonna keep…