Boots by the door, fire poppin’ loud
Christmas morn in a flannel crowd

Coffee brewin’, hound dog snorin’
Stockings hangin’, the pine’s adorin’
Truck’s half-frozen but I don’t care
Got joy ridin’ shotgun in the frosty air

Jingle bells and muddy boots
Country boys in Carhartt suits
Snow on the barn and pie on the sill
Mama’s got biscuits and a ham to kill
Laughter rollin’ like a banjo tune
Sun glints off that frosty moon
Ain’t no city lights to dilute
Our jingle bells and muddy boots

Sleddin’ down hills on a feed sack sheet
Kids screamin' loud through the snowy wheat
Uncle Jack’s beard got caught in the tape
While auntie passed around her famous grape

Jingle bells and muddy boots
Socks soaked through but who gives a hoot?
We’re dancin’ in the hay with cocoa cups
And Papa’s spiked his nog too much
Tractor lights blink red and green
With tinsel tied on the old John Deere machine
We’re the real deal, no substitutes
With jingle bells and muddy boots

Snowball fights by the chicken shed
Grandpa’s got tinsel stuck on his head
We ain’t fancy, but we’re feelin’ rich
With hugs, fried ham, and a peppermint switch

Jingle bells and muddy boots
God bless these country roots
From Portsmith up to Chillacothee
We deck the holler in holly holy
A little twang, a little snow
A whole lotta heart in the mistletoe glow
Southern Ohio, in our flannel suits