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Lit
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Christmas
Lit wurde am 7. November 2025 von Brad Paisley als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtSnow Globe Town
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Veröffentlichungsdatum7. November 2025
LabelBrad Paisley
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM123

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley
Electric Guitar
Ben Sesar
Ben Sesar
Drums
Kenny Lewis
Kenny Lewis
Bass
Gary Hooker
Gary Hooker
Acoustic Guitar
Zac Childs
Zac Childs
Electric Guitar
Randall Curry
Randall Curry
Pedal Steel Guitar
Justin Williamson
Justin Williamson
Fiddle
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley
Producer
Austin Stanley
Austin Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Luke Wooten
Luke Wooten
Producer
Ben Fowler
Ben Fowler
Recording Engineer
Joy Greene
Joy Greene
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]
Well, the family drove in for the holidays
From three different timezones and five different states
And this Christmas is going to be
A nightmare
[Verse 1]
Well, my brother-in-law hit an 8-point buck
And threw it in the back of his truck
And told the children it was Rudolph
Now they're all cryin', he's just laughin'
My wife ran out and said, "What just happened?"
And I just went inside and poured some Smirnoff
[Chorus]
'Cause we put up a tree, string up the lights
So much for silent night
Never mind the eggnog, pass me that fifth
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave
Me and that Christmas tree
We're both gonna be lit
[Verse 2]
Well, we ran out of Pepto and clean underwear
Diana cooked the turkey medium-rare
But I'll say this, for once it wasn't dry
Now we're handin' out gifts and it's gettin' romantic
Aunt Linda just got a handmade ceramic
Ashtray from Uncle Jay and it made her cry
[Chorus]
We put up a tree, string up the lights
This time of year, there's nothin' like
The smell of pumpkin pie and cigarettes
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave
Me and that Christmas tree, the plastic nativity
And Aunt Linda's Camel are gonna be lit
[Bridge]
There's always cases of COVID now
And cases of cold Natty Light
Someone always Ubers to Christmas Eve church
'Cause they're too tipsy to drive
When the sweet sounds of giggles and laughter
Turn into spoiled little screams
Every year, I am reminded
Why dry January's a thing
[Chorus]
So much for silent night
It's the sound of little angels throwing fits
Between now and New Year's Eve when these people finally leave
Me and that Christmas tree
Oh, no, there's some bulbs burned out I see
But other than them, we are gonna be lit
Written by: Brad Paisley, Chris DuBois
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