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