Race Ricketts - Pringle Rothell Christmas Tree

Brother won't you come and take a ride with me
We’ll donate to the Pringle Rothell Christmas Tree
Hurry 'fore I’m gone with where the wind takes me
Take me to the Pringle Rothell Christmas Tree
Girls become women and boys become men
At an 8 foot yucca on a barbed wire fence
All dressed up in aluminum cans
Sight for sore eyes my friends
It’s the pointy green half plant half tree kind
Beer bottle ornaments hang from it’s tines
Bears no bad fruit but it bears good times
Oh how it glimmers on a sunset sky
Tires tracks swerve on that white rock path
A buddy riding shotgun and a cooler in the back
Drink one cold in under six seconds flat
Hang your fallen soldier on a sharp green tack
Well Young county’s finest have seen her shine
Many an empty on that teenage shrine
Everyone's got a story I’m sure you’ll find
That Pringle Rothell Christmas tree of yours and mine
So if you're ever thirsty out near Olney ways
And you need to wash down that Allsup's burrito taste
If you’re looking for some mid-August backwood holiday
I know just the place
Brother would you come and take a ride with me
Donate to the Pringle Rothell Christmas Tree
Hurry 'fore I’m gone with where the wind takes me
And take me to the Pringle Rothell Christmas Tree

Written by:
Race Ricketts

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