('Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house)
(Not a creature was sober, 'specially not my spouse)

I got forty-seven dollars in the gall-derned bank
Honey, how do you possibly think
We're gonna get the presents and the light bill paid

How in the hell we gonna deck these halls
You and me both been working like dogs
Biting each other's heads plumb off

Making decorations out of shotgun shells, making it up as we go
Making something out of nothing so you better straighten up
Or all you're gonna get's a chunk of Harlan County coal

I got twenty people coming over to this house
And I can't get you off of that couch
And you wonder why I keep running my mouth

Now get up the holler, cut us down a tree
While I'm going through Mama's old recipes
If you get too drunk, you're gonna deal with me

Making decorations out of shotgun shells, making it up as we go
Making something out of nothing so you better straighten up
Or all you're gonna get's a chunk of Harlan County coal

Making decorations out of shotgun shells, making it up as we go
Making something out of nothing so you better straighten up
Or all you're gonna get's a chunk of Harlan County coal

Making something out of nothing so you better straighten up
Or all you're gonna get's a chunk of Harlan County coal

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Writer(s): Angaleena Presley, Ashley Lauren Monroe, Miranda Lambert