A Christmas Request for Coal

<instrumental intro Dear Santa Claus, I'm writing you slow. By lantern light

down in old Tennessee, oh. I know what they say about

the naughty list line. But I swear on my barrel, I've been good

this time. No fights in the holler. No lies on my name.

Paid all my taxes. Kept honest, my grain. Ain't cut no

corners. Ain't cheated no soul. So hear me out,

friend, I'm asking for coal. I don't need toys,

don't need gold. Don't need ribbons or mistletoe. But if you got any left