Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Lead Vocals
Thomm Jutz
Thomm Jutz
Electric Guitar
John Gardner
John Gardner
Drums
Mark Fain
Mark Fain
Bass Guitar
Jen Gunderman
Jen Gunderman
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Anderson
Bill Anderson
Songwriter
Erin Enderlin
Erin Enderlin
Songwriter
Alex Kline
Alex Kline
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mama burned the turkey and daddy set the tree on fire. The dog started barkin', the kid's started cryin' Like an out of tune Christmas choir. Sister grabbed the baby, Becky grabbed Bubba, And Bubba grabbed a six pack of beer. We Headed for the motel, I guess Norman Rockwell won't be paintin' us this year. It's gonna be a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas. Twenty seven brand new friends all havin' dinner with us. Joinin' our hands bowin' our head Over grits and eggs and raisin bread. Hash browns covered and smothered, somebody please pass the butter. Suzy don't hit your brother don't sass your mother. Waffle House Christmas. Rachel said she heard reindeer on the restaurant roof. Billy can't eat yet for starin' at The brunette over in the corner booth. He want's to meet her somethin' awful won't even touch his waffle. He want's her attention I know. He wants to put her in his stockin' go Jingle bell rockin' underneath the misletoe. Aint nothin' like a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas. Twenty seven brand new friends all havin' dinner with us. Joinin' our hands bowin' our head Over grits and eggs and raisin bread. Hash browns covered and smothered, Will somebody please pass the butter. Suzy don't hit your brother, don't sass your mother. Waffle House Christmas. Ma kinda likes it cause she don't have to do the dishes. It looks like we might have started a Brand new holiday tradition accidently. Nothin' like a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas. Twenty seven brand new friends all havin' dinner with us. Joinin' hands bowin' our head's over grits and eggs and raisin bread. Everybody's in good cheer. We're makin' it perfectly clear this was a good idea. See you back next year. Waffle House Christmas. Everybody knows they never close. Twenty four seven three sixty five. Without 'em how would we ever survive? Thank God for a Waffle House Christmas.
Writer(s): Bill Anderson, Erin Enderlin, Alex Kline Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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