Christmas in the Southland

Every day is Christmas when you open your presents
Every day is Christmas when you undo the twine
Santa’s on his way and I know he’s comin
But before he hits the chimney well he’s takin a ride

He’s goin down south, see your rainy weather
Headin down south, ooh the water is fine
When you’re down south, best bring your umbrella
It’s Christmas down south of your Mason-Dixon line

You better be good, yeah you better listen
Better be nice when you’re spinnin your top
Better be careful when I’m moppin up your kitchen
Better be quiet or maybe I’ll – stop

Goin down south, see your rainy weather
Headin down south, ooh the water is fine
When you’re down south, best bring your umbrella
It’s Christmas down south of your Mason-Dixon line

You got a secret, I’m gonna tell it
You got a secret, you told a lie
You told me that you were not religious
But last night I heard you say
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh

I was goin down south, see your rainy weather
Headin down south, ooh the water is fine
When you’re down south, best bring your umbrella
It’s Christmas down south of your Mason-Dixon line

Some say it’s a sin but they don’t know what they’re missin
Say it’s a sin, but I think sin’s a lie
If you don’t like the heat, stay out of the kitchen
If you don’t like the taste well you can’t have any pie

Goin down south, see your rainy weather
Headin down south, ooh the water is fine
When you’re down south, best bring your umbrella
It’s Christmas down south of your Mason-Dixon line

Oh holy night,
jingle bell jingle bell ringing your jingle bells
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton….
It’s Christmas down south of your Mason Dixon line…

Copyright 2002 Christopher Bingham